❝ 𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐓 I can make you feel pain.❞
❝ 𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 cant, Stiles. ❞
⸻ IN WHICH, Florence Auclair moved from France to America for her first year of Kindergarten, where she was assigned a new doctor for her chronic illness. M...
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┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° s1: Chapter Three ✧.*✎ The Bus.
TRANSLATIONS ( I am not fluent in French, I am a beginner in learning it, so there is a 30% chance I will be incorrect. If i am, please, God, correct me & I will fix it immediately.) :
Les choses que je fais pour vous connards. : The things I do for you assholes. ( French.)
Tu es trop bête pour ton propre bien. : You're too stupid for your own good. ( French. )
Mais tu ne comprends pas quand je t'appelle "chaude"? : But you don't understand when I call you "hot"? ( French. )
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⸺ ❝ 𝐒𝐎, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑? " 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 three walking through the school doors. Florence pulling uncomfortably at the sleeve of her shirt.
She never usually liked long sleeved shirts, claiming they felt weird on her arms. But after a 20 minute lecture from her mother about the cold weathers, she took the black, off the shoulder shirt from her hands and pulled it over her head. ( "Happy?!" )
It was matched with flared jeans, another one of her huge-bedazzle-buckled belts and her doodled, worn down black converse. Her hair was straightened, down and with her black and white butterfly clips in the front two pieces.
" I don't know, I just woke up. And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before. " Scott explained, Florence looking up at him intently.
" Really? I have. Usually ends a little differently. " Stiles joked, making Florence gasp and slap him on the arm. " Ew! "
" What? " " You're a gross human being. " Flora's scolded, and her face betrayed her harsh words when her mouth pulled into an amused grin.
" Oh, you love me really, Flora. " Stiles wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to his body. Florence grimaced, pushing him away.
" I don't wanna be that close to your body knowing where it's been now — " " I meant. I've never had a dream that felt that real before. And, Stiles, for our sanity, never give us that much detail of you in bed again. " Scott interrupted once again, solving the twos bickering problem.
" Duly Noted. Let me take a guess here, though — " " No, I know. You think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow. Like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out. " Scott guessed, Flo looking over at him concerned.
