01/05/17
Teen-fiction
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"I love her, I really do."
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When you bump into Brett Falcon in the streets of Paris, you can't help but think you're lucky.
Hell, anyone who meets the Brett Falcon is lucky. He's the most influential, kind and confident...
Natalie(Author): Hey everyone! Welcome back. Today we'll be having an interview. Let's get started.
Brett: I'm bored. Can I go back and make love to Babe now?
Babe: *Blushes* Stop Brett!
Brett: *Smirks*
Dexter: Can you not?! I'm her Brother you know?
Natalie: Okay...first question. Brett, what do you see in Babe?
Brett: Gorgeous body *winks*
Natalie: An actual answer please.
Brett: Her personality attracts me. She's so bubbly, alive, has humour and doesn't sound like a dead cat trying to strangle itself back to life when singing...unlike some people *eyeing Dexter*
Dexter: Hey! I'll let you know, my singing is on flick.
Brett: Uh huh
Babe: Please no arguing *reaches out to her bro* Your voice does sound like a violin that was messed up...horridly
Brett: See?
Dexter: Hey! That's mean! Right Bea?
Beatrice: Sorry Dex but your career in singing is never taking off *shakes her head at her boyfriend*
Dexter: What ever *grumbles under his breathe*
Natalie: How about I step out and let you continue your little chat?
Dylan: It's fine, not like somebody wants to go back or anything...right Rosé?
Rosé: Stop teasing me! It's your fault, you left me hot and bothered without finishing the job *gasps, covering her mouth*
Ethan: You fingered my Sister!
Dylan: Fucked, not fingered, but that's not the point.
Crystal: Can you guys just stop! Jeez, I just got checked out of the hospital ya know?
Karen: Oh, we know.
Rony: This is what always happens when those two are around each other
Fayebelle: It's your fault, dad *glares mercifully*
Natalie: Okay! Things got personal...
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