stomach tied in knots - imodie <3

[imogen]

It had been exactly a month since the loss of her baby, and yet, Imogen Brookes was coping well - as well as you could after carrying a baby inside of you and not being able to actually have it. Since the baby technically had a heart beat and she couldn't get scraped out she'd had to give birth to a baby who would never take its first breath, all in the company of her best friend Kyler. He hadn't been there while it all happened or anything but he'd been there before and afterwards, to pick up the broken pieces of her heart. Ant hadn't taken it well either, but he didn't dwell on it too long either. He was too busy with his new girl to be worried about what she did in her life. He didn't have to be with her anymore, there was nothing tying him down now that she'd lost the baby. He was free to do whatever he pleased, and if that was fucking some sophisticated redhead every night until his man part got sore than so be it. He was showing to be more and more like his cousin every day. The thoughts simmered away in her mind as she shimmied into a short romper and tied up the little cord on the small of her back.

Today was the day she had to venture off out of her dorm and hand in a lot of overdue papers to teachers who still weren't sure why she'd taken over 3 months of leave. Having cancer wasn't something she wanted to share with her professors, since the last thing she wanted was to become some kind of science experiment for all the wannabe scientists on campus. The trip to campus actually wasn't too far, and it felt nice to get out into the sun and feel the slight breeze flutter through her hair as her feet met pavement, walking the short distance towards campus, expecting to get a few weird looks from people who kept up with the gossip girl website that had kindly told the entire world that she was pregnant. Hopefully, word hadn't spread too fast about what had happened. Kyler might even be there today, which would be another interesting thing to encounter. Bringing up guys from her past was not something Imogen wanted to do today. She wanted to venture out for something new and exciting.

And for that, she'd need coffee. Luckily, campus was known for having some of the best up and coming baristas in San Fran. Most of them were weird and had more holes in their bodies than necessary and wore a lot of eye makeup - male or female, it didn't matter. Still, they made awesome coffee, so that would be her first destination there. Since she'd arrived almost 45 minutes in front of her schedule, she decided that a bit of relax time could be spared on campus. Offering a kind smile to a few people she'd been close to in class, she stepped into line, before noticing a head she could never forget. Freddie, the guy she'd been paired up at the start of the year in a few classes - the two had worked together on loads of projects, but he'd been doing all the work while she'd gone MIA. Figuring they were on a hugging basis and it would help her status in the line since he was only two from the front, the girl excused herself and wiggled in behind him, wrapping her arms around him from behind and giving him a gentle squeeze.

"Hands up! this is a stick up." She giggled, poking into his stomach playfully before looking forward towards the line. One from the front now, this is perfect! And since when was his stomach so defined? It was nice.

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[Freddie McCormack]

Studying for finals – days and nights blurred into one cohesive chunk. Caffeine fuelled marathons continuing late night until early mornings when young teens passed out on the piles of books they’d been reading. Somewhere between the third and fourth espresso most would have been ready to give up but not this guy. Freddie stuck out like a sore thumb with his fresh face and happy smile amongst the sea of misery, maybe that was because he hadn’t even started this decent into madness but who needed to study when you were naturally that smart and apparently a little arrogant. It helped that he wasn’t twitching all over the place and could stand still too. He had plenty of time to sort out something for studying. Everyone had partnered up, but since his buddy had been missing for a good chunk of the semester he was left to hold it down alone.

What ever happened to little Imogen? No word, no texts or calls and suddenly Freddie had to actually apply himself in class, taking double notes just in case she was going to come back any time soon. He had to admit class was a lot more fun when he had someone to goof off with. Maybe he’d call her later and see where that slacker was.

The loud bustle of steaming coffee machines and creamers and only one person left standing between him and his sweet nectar. Victory never felt so close! Freddie felt tiny arms clamp round his middle squeezing him into a bear hug that would have put only a small child to shame. The voice that accompanied the delicate hands announcing her as non other than Imogen Brookes. Well, well. Someone up there was having a laugh, it was either that or wishes really did come true. “Something’s up..” Raises his hands with a smirk, regardless of the implications given in his deep purr. Unfortunately she always did know how to get him moving; her tiny needle-like fingers digging into his solid stomach forcing him to wiggle childishly with a little squeak. “STOP! OK I GIVE!” Not.. The blonde boy waited for his moment, his hands moving sharply to grip her wrists. If all went well he’d pull her round in front of him locking her to his torso with her back against him.

“Now it’s your turn to be the hostage. NOW.” Freddie leant in close, his mouth brushing against her ear as he put on his finest Russian accent. “Viere, have jou been?”

When did she get to be this cute? Had she always been this cute or did the absence make the heart grow fonder? Blonde hair, tiny body that he could scoop up and man… she even smelt good. He squeezed her tighter to him, keeping her scrawny little arms pinned. She was so small and pale. She needed some more time in the sun but otherwise, she was pretty cute. “I was just thinking about you…” His lips brushed against her lobe just for a second, leaving long drawn out silence lingering between them “and how you left me to do that work all by myself! You’re a pretty dead-beat work buddy, you know.” He teased playfully.

“I think, you owe me a coffee… and maybe even a bagel.”

[imogen]

Assignments. Practicals. Exams. These were a few of Imogens favourites things on campus - things she'd missed in her absence. When she first discovered that she was pregnant, Imogen's mind flashed back to all those stupid TV shows about teenagers getting pregnant young and having to live in the slumps, barely affording nappy's for their tiny child, malnurished to the extreme. Most of her nights, Imogen dreamt about facing all those challenges on her own - and she'd been right in some sense. Ant had up and left as soon as he'd left the fatherhood zone and he was safe to do whatever he wanted. Imogen was okay with having motherhood stripped from her, although she'd never admit it to anyone else. It wasn't morally correct to be okay with losing her own child, and yet Imogen felt relief every morning when she woke up and there wasn't a huge lump in her bed sheets.

It would take a while for Imogen to get back to her normal weight again, she'd lost a lot of it because of stress after recovering from cancer and losing her baby. She was only around 6 pounds away from her weight before her entry to hospital, but it made a whole lot of difference when she was already a lot slimmer than most people you came across. Her sunkissed skin had paled out as well because of her lack of outdoors when she was admitted to hospital. Leaving her room was a blessing when she was carted out of there by her friends, being allowed only an hour or two of sunlight because her strength ran out quickly and she became tired almost instantly. It was frustrating, constantly feeling like she had no energy and no motivation to go out with her friends, and she'd feel even more lonely when they left her bedside to go out and enjoy their own lives.

Now that she could, nothing would stop Imogen from making up for lost time now she had her life back - she wouldn't say it was her old life, but it was a life she had been left to lead on her own. Friends and family had to be reconnected with and socialised with, teachers and students needed some kind of explanation for her absence, which was something Imogen had to think about to make an excuse that would be viable and realistic. 'Hey, I had cancer and lost my baby, sorry I didn't hand in an assignment!' wasn't really something she wanted to tell a complete stranger who taught her.

Coffee was her vice, good for keeping her mind off things that were troubling her, but bad because she'd stay up all night if she had coffee too late into the afternoon. Impatience was something Imogen had absorbed from her mother, and she really didn't like the look of this line she'd have to wait in for her just to get a soy latte - she wished she could have full cream, but doctors had warned against it. The fact that she'd spotted her gorgeous partner from Maths and Engineering was a blessing in disguise, and her approach was a sign of good things to come - maybe the old imogen was coming back and was better than ever. At his suggestive comment on 'something being up', Imogen's fingers grazed across his pants with a chuckle. "Keep it in your pants, McCormack!" She grinned before the air was shocked out of her, and suddenly she was settled infront of Freddie, his arms clasped around her small little body.

Hot breath passed her ear as he breathed, and a shiver ran down her spine. Had he always been this way? Sure, the two would flirt in classes and stuff but this was different. Maybe Freddie had missed her around town. Imogen would be lying if she said she hadn't missed him too.

"Ease up Vlad. I've been doing the usual, y'know? Chilling, Killing, Drug Dealing. Sometimes I do them all at the same time." Little Imogen shrugged as if it was just a casual conversation, not being able to hide her enormous grin as she leant back into the boy behind her, feeling miniature in those big arms of his, which she had to stop herself from squeezing. Boy, he was muscly. His mouth was at her lobe again, and she wasn't sure if his next comment had been linked to his whats up comment before, but she was liking where this was going. He could go from cute to sexy in a matter of seconds and she loved it. Freddie was a goofball and she loved it. She was now technically infront of him as well, which made her laugh a little on the inside. Gasping as if she were truly offended, she nudged him with her behind. "Because you did so much work before I left!" She quipped back playfully. Knowing Freddie, he'd probably been waiting for her return as soon as she'd left.

"Alright, needy. Want a happy ending with that too?" She grinned before looking to the cashier in front of them. "Two bagels, one of those fab cap's you guys do and a soy latte with Caramel in it please!" Imogen grinned before pulling out her wallet to fork out the money before Freddie could try that chivalry bullshit on her. She liked being spoilt, but he was right, he'd been covering for her so much and she owed him that. "There you go, amigo." She came out of his cuddle stance for a moment to collect the coffee's and bagels, offering one to him with a smile.

"How've you been, handsomepants?"





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[Freddie McCormack]

If there was ever a day for dancing around like a complete retard, it was today. All morning Freddie’s iPod had been spewing out the likes of KC & The Sunshine Band’s Boogie Shoes and Flo Rider’s Good Feeling. Was it any wonder why he was so upbeat? Even as jumping in the shower had resulted in a quick jam session complete with singing into a bottle with a head full of white bubbly foam. In all honesty he was surprised that Hugh Grant from the ridiculous chick flick about Christmas and love hadn’t leapt out of his closet to give him some tips on how to humiliate himself in true fashion. Was he embarrassed to have danced to his room from the bathroom in just a towel? Not even slightly.

With the fridge at his place completely cleaned out from the night previous while he’d had a serious attack of the munchies, Freddie was left to weigh up his options. Option one. Starve. Option two. Run out to the store and by some sort of healthy and balanced ingredients for an incredible breakfast. Option three. Coffee and fast food - Here he was. In line waiting for the world’s best coffee and the chance of grabbing up some sort of pastry before the fatty students pigged out. The blonde knew that feeling only too well. The suspenseful wait in line watching reams of faces leaving with the victory cakes as he drew closer to the goal was painful enough without having to witness the tray being pulled from the display.

Not today. Today he would take this win! He could feel it. Feel it in his… Wait. That was bad hand placement. Did Imo just… Freddie’s mouth formed a sharp o shape, laughing in spite of himself. “You’re safe.. for now. Unless my zipper is undone. Wanna check for me?” He joked playfully.

Imogen was a feisty little bundle of laughs. All those classes they’d spent messing around and never listening to the lectures had been some of the best classes he’d taken. On a normal day he recalled them throwing paper balls at each other, despite being next to one another. Other days they’d make faces or even instigate a poke war; anything to distract their minds from the real task at hand. He loved doing maths and engineering but it was so dull when you were naturally good at it. Imogen’s disappearance had robbed him of a lot of things. Namely eye-candy and fun but that was beside the point. He… well he just missed the girl.

Months was way too long to go without that ray of sunshine. Hell, even a week was really pushing it. Freddie had heard a few rumours circulating. Ill. Sent to reform school. Visiting the royal family in England. Holidaying in the Alps. Rehab. Drop out. Pregnant. Dating a millionaire. Personally he couldn’t pin point his favourite of all but some of those were pretty concerning. If she had been meeting royalty he’d really been hanging with the wrong crowd.

With the short blonde in front of him he felt her warmth pressing against his frame. Freddie let out a chuckle as she mentioned drug dealing. He wasn’t sure what tickled him more, the fact she was so casual about mentioning of drugs around someone who both used and sold them or the idea of how a cute blonde trying to look shady in a trench coat and trilby in a dirty alley like a black and white movie trying to move a stash. Of course his mind was wondering more than it should have. Why did his old movie style thought have to make him wonder what was under that imaginary coat of hers? They were study buddies and now all he could think of was perverted. Dammit.

“I did do work! That reminds me, I have about three million folders of revision you’ll want. Study party at mine tonight?”

As the last person standing between their caffeine fix moved, the blonde boy walked them forwards using his own body to move hers towards the counter refusing to take his arms from round her. “I’d love a happy ending. Do they sell those here?” He felt her reaching for her wallet and suddenly a rush of guilt washed over him. He couldn’t let her do that… Aww shit. How dare she make him feel bad! “She gave you bogus money! Hope you know that.” He pointed accusingly at the cashier as they backed away from the line.

“Now I feel guilty. Thanks a lot. I guess I’m kind of a cheap date, huh? Well thank you… Even if you did just crush my man pride in a big way.” Freddie grinned taking both cups from her, leading her off towards the door. He could take her to the gardens get her to spill but honestly.. he was happy just to hear her ramble anything.

“Me? Great. I’m more interested about the beautiful creature who just bought me breakfast. Spill it.”

[imogen]

The reward of coffee after all this waiting was finally close enough to touch, and the warm cup in her hand was the icing on the cake of this mornings activities. The fact that she was getting coffee with a really cute guy was a bonus. Sure, her grab at his own package was pretty forward, but Imogen didn't think he would have minded - no male in his right mind would have. Imogen was a forward person, and she grinned at his reaction to her touch. Looking down at his comment, she laughed. "Nope, I'm safe. You're contained." The blonde girl looked up with her tongue poking out and grinning. Imogen wasn't sure what it was about Freddie that made her so comfortable around him - but she liked it. They had a more easy-going relationship than she'd had with Ant, merely because Ant took his studies more seriously than even imogen, which was a pretty serious statement to make.

College life really had changed Imogen from the meek little science freak to a fully fledged girl who wanted to have fun. Parties used to be a dirty word in her brain, and now she'd submerged in the life of a college student, she never wanted to leave. It was amazing, feeling like she could accomplish anything - especially now she'd pushed through having cancer and losing a baby. With everything else going on in her mind as well, it wasn't difficult to distract herself from feeling useless like she had recently. Freddie was already proving to be a nice distraction as well, even if he was full of sexual innuendos - also, not a bad thing if she needed some distraction from all the cloudy thoughts in her mind.

As she tried to move forward, she felt herself rocking from side to side as he moved towards the counter. She felt like she was in a relationship for a short moment - it was nice to feel wanted and cared about. Dismissing the thought, she smiled back at him, nodding in agreement at his suggestion of a study party. "You know, that would be awesome! I need to catch up on all the gossip as well, so it could work both ways." Imogen smiled, wondering in the back of her head if this study thing would have been a kind of date? She needed to stop getting her hopes up - she'd learnt the hard way many other times in life, and wound up getting hurt in the end.

Imogen didn't mind paying for things, it was the least she could do since he'd been keeping her sorry butt out of failing a course by covering her whenever she missed lessons - which had been a lot as of late. She showed her appreciation through her affection, as well as paying for his brunch, even as he eyed the cashier, demanding some satisfaction over being paid for by telling him it wasn't real money. Imogen merely looked back with a brow arched, a huge grin on her face. He was a joker - she liked that. Her coffee was what she'd expected, a little gross because the milk wasn't something she was used to, but still yummy regardless. The bagel even looked delicious. Maybe because she hadn't eaten since the night before, but delicious nonetheless.

The girl waved off his comment. "Don't worry about it, you can shout me dinner tonight for our study date." Imo winked with a laugh, basically inviting herself for dinner as well. This new self thing was working out better than she'd ever expected it to. It was adding a breath of fresh air to her mentality. She was happy, for the first time in what felt like a long time. Imogen followed the taller boy out of the shop, scrunching her nose up at his question and biting her lip. "Would you believe it if I said I had cancer?" She smiled sadly, not seeing a point in lying to him. "I'm basically infertile now."

Confidence may not have been the way to approach this touchy subject, and a frown met her features before she laughed dryly, thinking of Anthony. "And in the midst of all that I got knocked up and once I lost the baby to cancer, baby daddy - excuse my french - fucked off to be with another girl." imogen grinned sarcastically before rubbing the back of her neck. "Now? I'm getting over it. I need to be happy again. I guess I was sick of crying every night." Imogen laughed a little bit. "You're great, you know that right? I actually really missed you while I was gone." Immo smiled a little, trying to twist the subject onto something else.

Taking a sip from her coffee, she took Freddie's free hand in her own. "Even if you're a cheap date." She grinned.






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[Freddie McCormack]

What a way to start the morning! This girl knew how to push his buttons and by the feel of those delicate hands, any man would have been in the same boat going down like the Titanic. Here he was just trying to get a little morning coffee and instead ending up with his blonde study buddy with her hand on his manly pride. Not that he minded at all of course. It was doubtful that a single man in the universe could resist that temptation. “Safe… for now.” He chuckled cheekily. It hadn’t even taken a lot to keep himself from making a real show of affection. There was no need to worry about Imogen, they were friends after all and the same thing would have happened with a game of ‘chicken’ gay or not. Freddie was comfortable enough in who he was to mind being groped and hey if a girl like her wanted to cop a feel at his goods, who was he to deny them the right?

“Gossip? Well our teacher is still a retard but that’s about as far as it goes. ‘Nothing going on around here right now unless you mean relationships… ” With a little wiggle of his eyebrows he nudged her gently with his hips, if only to get her to move her forwards in an inappropriate but playful - He couldn’t help himself - In most circumstances he probably would have even continued his outrageous public display by bending her down and carrying on the motion but there were lines and seeing as he still hadn’t managed to glean the reason she’d been bunking school like the little trouble-maker she was, he thought better of his actions.

The athletic boy was only too happy to slurp down some of his coffee, though a spout of regret passed as he was left fanning his tongue as the brown sludge travelled down his throat, burning until it reached the pit of his stomach. “Its how we drink them in Detroit…” he assured her. It wasn’t even half bad once the burning sensation had cooled off. Sometimes the campus coffee tasted like vending machine coffee which tasted like weak brown sugar water. The stuff wasn’t anywhere near as good as Starbucks but it would do its purpose for now. It was a slight bonus that it was free even if it was gained through unintentionally ill-gotten means.

Cream-cheese bagels – was there anything better than a giant pastry filled with a golden top and white ooze splurging out of the sides and even through the centre hole. Even when he locked his jaw round it the top and bottom the bagel was forced together pushing the cheese out of the sides and threatening to spill out everywhere. Freddie cupped his hand under the messy breakfast while he saved his first mouthful. Fighting his mouthful he was able to swallow enough to reply to the comment. “You got yourself a deal. Dinner at mine. Be there square.” He winked cheekily, before filling his face once more.

It had to be said – Freddie wasn’t prepared for the answer he was given. He’d put his damn foot in it big time and there really wasn’t any way he could step around it or lessen the blow - He was experiencing what he could only describe as band-aid on a gaping wound syndrome. He inwardly cursed at his intrusive question instantly wishing that he hadn’t pushed her so hard for an answer. Somehow the meeting the Royal Family thing didn’t seem a bad option now he knew the real deal and he could almost guarantee that Imogen felt the same way. “Shit… I’m sorry Im. I had no idea.” Any guy would have been leaping hoops to hear a girl was infertile; it was a sad fact of life that a female was more appealing to a guy when he knew he could basically blow his load and never had to worry about getting her pregnant. Freddie wasn’t that kind of man.

After picking at the crust of his bagel the blonde boy wrapped it back up, shoving it into his bag for later. It didn’t feel very appetising when you heard a girl you liked and spent a lot of time with was having a really shit time. AND he’d just made her pay for breakfast - Now he just felt like a complete douche bag again. Did he get points for treating her like nothing was up? His body tensed up and his blood boiled beneath his skin. A guy knocked her up and then just ditched her? When he found him, he’d make him wish he was never born. The icing on the cake was hearing that she was reduced to tears every damn night.

Freddie turned his face to look her in the eye giving her the best comforting smile he had. “You know what? Fuck him. Fuck him and his coward ass. You deserve so much better than a selfish asshole like that.” He planted a wide mischievous grin on his face “Want me to mess him up for you? Say the word and I’ll have my hitman assassinate him.” He felt his body gravitate closer to her, his arm knocking against her own in order to get even the slightest contact. “You know. Class just isn’t the same when you’re not there to mess up my work. I missed you too. Who else could cause me that much trouble?” He felt her hand press into his palm softly, instantly warming him up more than a coffee ever could. He responded simply by squeezing her hand with his fingers linking between her delicate little fingers. Utilising the grip he had on her hand he gently raised her arm up to lay across her chest looping his arm round her shoulder, keeping hold of her hand but bringing them together closer until she was plastered against his side. He was comfortable just to lead her quietly through the gardens until they found a spot out of the view of most others, asides from the occasional student running through the grounds to get to class.

“So. I have a question for you. If the guy you were with fucked off to be with another girl… This sounds way worse now I’m saying it but hear me out. Does that mean you’re single and ready to flamingle?”

[imogen]

If it was one thing other than her illness and misadventure keeping her from classes with Freddie, it was their irradical and completely ditzy teacher who would crack more jokes than do actual teaching in class. It was nice though, because it meant that the students never got in too much trouble for being loud and disruptive unless the class was actually trying to get some work done - which was usually only around the time that exams began looming over the students. There was no happy medium when it came to their teacher. He was either carefree with his class or he would crack down with crazy amounts of work that even top students like Imogen and Freddie struggled to keep up with. Imogen couldn't help but laugh at how little had gone while she'd been MIA, but it was nicer than being stuck knowing so much had gone on that even Fred couldn't keep up.

With the gyration of his hips she was nudged forward, and the blue eyes of imogen lit up with mischief. He really was being frisky today, wasn't he? It was a breath of fresh air to the girl, who was sick and tired - no pun intended - of people treating her as if she were a delicate flower who was going to break and wither with any kind of bad news or mistreatment. Imogen had grown into a tough cookie over the past few months, she didn't need people nurturing her and treating her like a child. Freddie wasn't giving her any special treatment, and she appreciated it.

If seeing him rip into his coffee wasnt funny enough, seeing him mush his face into a bagel was the icing on the cake. He took on a childlike demeanour as he chowed down on the treat with his coffee, and she watched him with an amused look on her face. He was so cute and innocent when he just did his own thing, he became naughty when he put some thought behind it. Her next words seem to have sent him off his appetite though, even after accepting her self-invitation to his house for a study dinner.

Freddie looked genuinely upset to hear what had happened, and it all but melted her little heart to see his reaction, and how he built up her confidence so easily just by speaking to her and looking at her. Imogen couldn't take her eyes off of him, and felt her heart pulsate in her chest. Her mouth broke out in a grin when he offered to take him out, hit man style. She shook her head - only Freddie could think of something like that to make her laugh and smile and feel a little scared at the same time - she hoped he was joking, and deep down she knew he was, but there was something there that hinted some anger in Freddie.

To Imogen, first impressions were very important. It was an insight into someones true character. If she remembered correctly, she'd spotted Freddie sticking his tongue into some foul liquid a student had dared him to because he was such a thrill seeker, and Imogen had saved him from going through with the dare, pointing out that he'd be stuck over a toilet for weeks afterwards. freddie had given her a reason to laugh on her first day of class with him, and he'd continued the trend ever since. Now? She was seeing a completely different side of the jokester, and she was beginning to see why she'd missed him so much. It may have been the fact that she'd been seperated from him for so long and seeing him was overwhelming, but the butterflies in her stomach were telling her otherwise.

Being missed was a nice feeling. In the back of her head, Imogen wondered how people might have acted if she hadn't made it through her recovery, or if she just ended everything anyway because of the huge bout of depression she'd been served because of the cancer baby thing. It was childish, suicide. Selfish and stupid - Those were the ways she'd talked herself out of doing it all those times. People like Masons ex girlfriend Rave did it something like 4 times a month or something, and Imogen would not be classed in the same category as people like her.

As his hand squeezed gently, Imogen felt her little heart do the same. She felt like she was walking on the moon in happiness, and as if nothing would ever take her down to the low she had felt only a few weeks ago. Her hand refused to move from his even as the two sat down. "I'm a trouble maker, what can I say?" She grinned, remembering his little quip about saying she caused him so much trouble. With the click of a finger that smile was plastered right back onto her face again, all because of the man she had holding her hand was putting positive thoughts into her head. It took everything she had not to just jump up and kiss him there, but her nerves were fizzling inside of her, and she cursed inwardly. get a hold of yourself.

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His next question didn't make her laugh because of his intent, but because of the way he said it. Flamingle? what was that? Imogen grinned once her laughter had stopped, and she felt her cheek's fill with a red hue. "Yes, it does mean i'm ready to 'flamingle'. What kind of word is that, you weirdo?" She laughed, shaking her head.

Sipping her coffee once more, she looked up at the sky. "It really is nice out, isn't it?" Blue eyes cast down to look into Freddies, brows wagging. "Is my weather flirting seducing you?" The girl winked with a huge grin on her face.




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