Julian shuts the door and grabs my bags.
" I can get those you know," I tell him.
" I know, but I want to be your guy for a little longer. "
I punch his shoulder and he gives a chuckle. He knows it could never happen. At least, I hope so.
" Du bist der beste," Julian says moderately quietly.
" What did you say? You know I don't understand German," I tell him.
He shrugs his shoulders, " Nothing, now come on!"
We run into the airport and try to find Damon. It was difficult.
" Looking for me?" A smug voice asks.
We turn around to see my stupid brother.
" I told you to make sure she got here on time," He says.
" Sorry," Julian says.
He wasn't at all.
" Let's go!" Damon growls.
I take one last look at Julian before getting dragged to the plane.
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Once I got on the plane I put my Beats in because I didn't want to hear Damon talk. My plane was set to land at 7:00 and I was going to meet up with Kylian later that night.
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I get jolted awake from my phone ringing. I somehow managed to get a quick nap in.
Je suis ici Kylian had texted me.
"Jesus," I mumble under my breath.
" Come on," Damon nudges me in the shoulder.
I grab everything and stumble off the plane. I felt very tired & Kylian would be pissed if I canceled.
" You just need food," Damon tells me.
I shake my head, he was probably right.
" Where?"
" I don't know, you've been here more than me."
I get into the car and think about the places where we could get something quick.
" You do like potatoes, right?" I ask him.
He rolls his eyes, " Obviously."
" Okay, let's go to Patati Patata Paris. It's on Rue de Lappe."
" I don't know where the hell that is," Damon replies.
" Let me drive then."
" Absolutely not."
" I hate you."
" Get over it and give me directions."
I cross my arms and tell Damon where to turn in a very bitter tone.