Mon Chéri

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"Nova!" Max hollered dragging out the 'a' in my name while barging into my room. "Ja je bent een vlek?" I asked. "Feest bij Pierre this, kom je?" He asked. "Ja." I responded and he smiled. "Sweet. Look hot and piss off Charles." He said with a wink. "Ew no. I'd rather dress in a trash bag." I said frowning. He laughed and then went about his way out of my room. "Bye!" I yelled and he flipped me off. Ass hat. I have an hour till eight so I should get ready. Max will prolly want to leave at like seven forty-five.
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I checked myself one last time in the mirror. Black jeans, a white lace tank top, and doc martins. Good enough, at least where I'm from it would be. A knock on my door signaled it was time to go. I ran over to the door and opened it coming face to face with Max and Yuki. "Let's get a move on bitch." Max said and I laughed. "You look nice. Less, ah what's the word?" Max said. "American?" "No." "Hick?" "No. It's like 'yee haw' ah country yes. Less country." I chuckled and sighed. This man is an idiot sometimes.
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"So how was life in Kentucky?" Logan asked. "A hell of a lot different than Florida. My dad is a horse trainer and my moms is a lawyer. So a lot of horse shit and a lot of arguments." I said. "Oh yeah, definitely different." He said with a laugh. "Valt hij je lastig, Nova?" Max asked as he stopped when he saw me and Logan. "Nee Max, hij is in orde. Krijgt tenminste iemand Amerikaanse humor." I said with an eye roll and he chuckled. "Okay. Bye, now I need more of whatever this is." He said pointing to his drink in his hand. "Bye." I said and off he went. "Woah you speak Dutch? I didn't realize that was the language you spoke till I heard Max just now." Logan asked. "Yep. Only other language I know." I said and sipped my drink. "That's sick. You and Max prolly talk so much shit and no one knows what the hell you're saying." "Pretty much yeah. That press conference when the reporter asked if we were close I told him to eat a bag of dicks." He let out a laugh and I smiled.
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I felt a hand tap my shoulder so I turned that way and I was surprised to see Charles. "What's up?" I asked. "You're the only one I knew to ask. Do you know where Max is?" He asked. "Last I saw shit-faced looking for more of whatever was in his cup. Try the kitchen or the bathrooms." I said and he nodded. "Congrats." I said and he just walked off. Damn, dude twice I've said congratulations and not even a fuck you. After a little while longer I was over the party and wanted to go back to my hotel. But Max was my ride and he has my key card. I looked around for Max for half an hour (yes Pierre's apartment is as almost as big as Penelope's house) but I couldn't find him. I just decided to go sit outside downstairs and wait, hopefully, he'd come out soon. Ten minutes went by and still no Max. I heard the complex door open and turned around to see if it was him but it was Lance Stroll. "You waiting on someone?" He asked. "Yeah sorry." I said turning my head back around to face the street. "I'm guessing you came with someone else then?" He asked. "Max," I said simply. "Need a ride?" He asked. Damn questions bro. "Won't do me much good. Max has my key card and I can't find him to save my life. Plus my ID is in my room and they won't give me a new key without it." I replied. "You can stay with me for the night." He said. "Oh no, I couldn't. I'll be alright. Thank you though." I said with a small smile. "Well I'm not leaving a woman alone at night on the streets, so I either sit here with you and we wait for Max or you stay at my hotel tonight." He said sitting down next to me. I looked over at him and I saw nothing but seriousness in his face. "Fine. Let's go." I groaned out. "Thank you. Now let's go Miss America." He said as he got up. I rolled my eyes and he smiled like a child. He offered his hand for me to get up so I took it and pulled myself up.
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He opened up his hotel room door and I followed him in. "So I'm assuming you have nothing to wear other than that?" He asked. "You'd be correct but I'm fine. I've slept in worse." I said. "Well take your shoes off wherever and I'll be right back." He said and disappeared. He had a suite so the bed had its own room and there was a little living room and kitchen area. Jesus to have this much money to just blow on hotels. I mean I'll have money like this one day if I keep doing as good as I have been but damn. I sat down on the couch and took off my boots. Oh, that feels amazing. "Here, these should fit you." Lance said as he walked back into the rest of the room. "Oh thank you. You didn't have to." I said. "Jeans aren't fun to sleep in, and I'm sure that lace thing isn't the most comfortable of fabrics." He said pointing to my top. I laughed a little and he sent a small smile. "Bathroom is just in there when you wanna go change." He said and pointed through the doorway. "Thank you," I said. I grabbed the clothes and walked over there. I pulled off my jeans and top then slipped into the sweats and hoodie he gave me. The pants were a little big so I tied them up with the drawstring and then they were good. I walked back out and put my clothes next to my boots by the couch. "So how do you wanna do sleeping?" He asked. "Whatever you want to do. I'm perfectly fine with sleeping on the couch." I replied. "That's not happening, that thing's uncomfortable as all hell. It's a king bed and there are extra pillows. You can make a wall if you want but you're not sleeping on that couch." He said. "I had to share a bed with Pierre and Charles one night and then another couple of nights with Pierre in Australia. I think we'll be okay." I said and he laughed. "I promise you I will not touch you." He said. "Least of my concerns. Just don't punch me in your sleep." I said and he laughed. "No promises."