forum You know how much I LOVE it when you do that... (O/O)

Started June 08, 2019 by Deleted user

tune

Steamy romance ❤❤❤ It doesn't matter what gender your character is, but I will be a female.

May I stalk?

(Awesome! Do you want to start of so you want me to?

@Thinking_Bee Of course!)

(Okay)

Fleur tapped her foot absently on the ground as she waited for a taxi. America was very confusing…

Carter walked down the stairs, her suitcase behind her as she walked down the stairs. She had come to visit her twin brother, Jeremiah, since their birthday was coming up soon and Jeremiah had come over to her place last year. When she walked down the flight of stairs, she looked around for the brother, groaning when she realized he wasn't here and she would have to take a taxi. Just great.

Fleur pressed her lips together. Many people were staring at her, some whispering. She wished they weren't. They all probably recognized her from… somewhere. She was around a lot. But she didn't want to stay in America for too long.

(Are you okay with cursing?)

Carter tried to wave over a taxi, slowly regretting coming here each minute. After a few minutes of trying desperately, she sighed and called her brother, hearing him laugh when he picked up. "You bastard! You said you were going to come for me! But what did you do? Stay at your home and laugh like a jackass while I'm trying to find a fucking taxi so I can come to your tiny-ass apartment!"

(Yeah, it's fine)

Fleur's eyes widened at the profane string of words from the American's mouth beside her. She politely tapped the girl's shoulder.

Carter's head turned when she felt a tap on her shoulder and glanced at the girl with a questioning look. "Yes? Do you need something?"

"Would you like a ride? I have a taxi on its way," Fleur offered. Her accent dripped over the word taxi.

"Oh–um–it's fine, my brother's apartment isn't far from here," Carter explained.

"Are you sure?" Fleur asked kindly. "I wouldn't mind." The sweet French girl was too trusting.

"No on, it's fine." Carter politely declined, she didn't want to get kidnapped or mugged right after she came here.

Fleur opened her mouth too say something when two girls approached her. "Are you Fleur Vieux?" the shorter girl asked.
"Yes," Fleur replied hesitantly.
"I knew it!" the other girl, a tall brunette, declared.
Fleur smiled shyly. "Can I help you?"
The short girl, who was a red head, held out a magazine and a pen. On the cover was a picture of Fleur, dressed up beautifully. She was posing in front of a white backdrop. "Could you sign this?"
"Of course," Fleur smiled, recognizing the magazine. It was one of her first photo shoots when she'd came to America.

Carter couldn't help but eavesdrop on the conversation, her brown eyes flickering to the magazine before going back to her phone. Ho-ly shit, how famous is she?