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𝗙𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗦 wasn't one for the quiet life- she loved the click of the cameras and the way people begged her to look at them. one thing that came with fame? hate and rumors.
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Francis was tired of pretending.
She'd fallen asleep in Liam's hoodie over 5 times during winter break, and the smell of it was starting to sicken her to her core.
She was moping around so much her family was starting to worry how badly this could be for her if she doesn't just talk to him.
She puts the spoonful of cereal in her mouth as Emilio makes his way downstairs. Dressed up— like he was going somewhere. "Oh God." He scoffed, walking past her.
"What?" She asked, chewing the food in her mouth. "You look horrible." He teased, opening the fridge. "I'm on winter break, i get to dress how i want." She mumbled.
"Are you getting your hair done or not?" Emilio asked while opening a bottle of water. Her eyebrows furrow as she looks over at him. "What?" She questions and puts the spoon in her mouth.
"You have an appointment today. I'm taking you." He tried to remember. She sighed out and rubbed her eyes, taking another spoonful of cereal and standing up. "Fine. I'll meet you here in a few."
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"Liam!" Evalina shouts from the bottom of the staircase, phone in hand. Liam groans loudly from his bed— his very own response to his sister.
