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They haven’t been so bad, because they’re planning something. I bet they’re going to set this place on fire, with all of us in it, and blame it on a gas leak. Don’t believe her fake smiles. Next thing you know, they’ll be giving you candy.

...yeah.

They haven’t been too bad lately. I mean, I haven’t gotten sedated in like a week and a half, so there’s a start! And hey, a nurse even smiled at me today, can you believe? Floral shampoo, huh? I’ll take it.

So…

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Well, hey, what can I say? Fruits are both tasty and healthy, winner-winner. Ha, I feel you on that one. I’d pay for his vacation just to get him outta here. He’s a real pain in the ass.

I love how excited you are about this bowl of fruit. I didn’t expect anything less from my Miami brother. Man, I’ve been here so long I’m actually really tired of that guy’s face. I don’t even complain about anything anymore because I want to avoid him completely.

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...Violet? You– You're back?

…Fuck.

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One day they’ll change, and that day will be whenever we leave this shit-hole. I smell good? Well, I’ll have to thank the ocean then. You, on the other hand, always smell good. Like floral shampoo.

Moth balls! It’s definitely moth balls. Mon dieu, I hate it. Yeah, I know they don’t, but I like to be optimistic that maybe one day they’ll change. You smell good though, like the ocean.

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...the pie did it? Must’ve been some pie. Cooper was, uh, getting cozy with Violet, I think. And he was pretty grumpy.

I don’t even remember how long I’ve been out for, but the pie at dinner brought me back and I’m so relieved. Can you tell me what Cooper did when I was gone?

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Oh, fuck yes, pass a bowl to me! About damn time, I thought I was gonna have to talk to Wynn about it.

It’s a bowl of fruit, my friend. Recupero finally got their lunch menu together.

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Mustard? I thought it was more like... Spoiled milk and moth balls? Even if we live here, they don’t care.

It still smells like mustard in here, despite the new paint job. Why didn’t they ever invest in air fresheners for this place? I mean, we do live here.

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Third bowl of...? And pass me a bowl of whatever it is.

I came out of my room for food. This is my third bowl and no one can stop me from having a fourth.

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Well, yes, that is definitely always a plus. A really, really great plus.

Holy– Wow, a round of applause for the beautiful young woman in the front. Shit, ha, thank you. Really appreciate that, babe. It might ruin this reunion if I were to get sunburnt and were focused to look like a crab for the rest of the trip.

And, I mean, it’s nice to kiss you without getting yelled at too. 

No, I was just kidding. If anything that woman was from Alberta, Montana. I know! Which is also why I packed you a water and sunscreen for the day.

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Yeah... No, we are. Did she? You’ve got a better memory than me, babe.

We’re safe now, though - don’t forget that. You know, now that you mention it, I do remember that nurse did kind of have a french accent..

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...yeah, that’s a valid point. I suppose. Ha, glad I wasn’t the only one thinking that, though.

Do you think if we showed her a photo of the nurse, she would tell us they're related?

I thought the same thing the other day… But, hey! At least she can’t sedate us?

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The lady at the front desk reminds me of a nurse from... It’s weird.

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Oh, don't worry, it hasn't yet. I kind of love you losers too much for anything to ruin this trip. Like, seeing your pretty face cheers me right up, Nicks. I'm glad you don't have crows' feet or anything.

Might? Oh come on Seb. Don’t tell me Mia’s bad mood got to you.

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All day long, Sebastian felt like a small child. Not because he has the attention span of a toddler or acts immature in every situation, but since the moment his plane landed, he's been too excited to sit still. Seeing everyone again got his blood flowing and being in such a beautiful city only made him more hyperactive. At some point though, everyone seemed to disappear. Either to dinner or bed, or both. So, of course, he went back to the room with Tillie, which normally would be fine. However, he couldn't sleep. He had tried, really, he did. He scurried under the covers and closed his eyes, hoping that drowsiness would slowly wash over him... At some point, he found himself listening to the clock's ticking and Tillie's far off mumbling. Until, she called for him. Instead of answering, he pretended to be asleep. There wasn't much else to do, so why not? He listened to her voice traveling through the room, but as he felt the bed dip, he rolled onto his side to face her. "And if I say no, then what?" He smirked at her, but it felt dopy and sort of love stricken. Because even though he hadn't managed to sleep, he had somehow opened his eyes to the most beautiful woman. "I mean, I won't say no, because I do truly love you. However, in a hypothetical world, what would happen?" He asked as he propped himself up on his elbow.

"But in all seriousness, where do you want to go, gorgeous?" Sebastian was up for anything. His brain would not shut off and his muscles were aching to move. He wouldn't mind going on an adventure — Juliette made a good point: they were in Cannes, after all. "We can do whatever you desire. Minus dangerous, illegal things, like murder or the abduction of small children," he joked as he sat up fully and began pushing himself out of bed. "Or wake up the others, because I feel like that might be a bit too cruel when we've only been here for a few days." He spoke as he crossed the room, grabbed his shirt off the floor, and threw it over his head.

"Well, It’s official," Juliette sighed, tossing her phone onto the nightstand that was closest to her. "They’re all asleep." The girl huffed, walking inside from the doorway of the room’s small balcony. She had been, for the past half hour, desperately texting her friends to cure her boredom. But in the end, she only received small hits of disappointment. There was the "We can do stuff tomorrowwwwww" text from Nicole, and a "Shut up and let me sleep" text from Mia. She decided against texting Nicholas, feeling bad if she were to disturb him, and figured that Emmett was likely to be sleeping as well. Which left — "Sebastian!" The girl shouted a bit too loudly, throwing her hands up in disbelief. "We’re in one of the most beautiful cities, and they’re all watching their eyelids! And It’s not even late!" She glanced over at the clock on the wall which read a time far past what she assumed the hour was. "Oh." she whispered, her hands lowering and eyebrows relaxing. The expression on her face grew less tense and more culpable. "I suppose it is a bit late." Her head cocked to the side as she stared at the second hand for a few moments longer, then released a deep sigh. She felt like a child, and was sorry for it, but it was impossible for her to rest at a time like this. She needed to do something and do it immediately. Tillie groaned. "Alright." She said as she moved onto the bed and hovered next to him, her body balanced by her hands and knees. Her lips formed a slight pout as she inched closer to the boy. "If you love me, truly love me — you’ll go out with me.”