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❄ : drunk texts || French Bro Group Chat
Fletcher: Frannie my man, tell me who was better in sack Audrey or Maya
Fletcher: come on, mannnnn
Fletcher: for every text u ignore I'm gonna tke another shot
[two hours later]
Fletcher: ....
Fletcher: ur kiling m livr
Fletcher: jut take one d the teeem
Maya: I'm going to kill more than your liver
@launcestonlive: so this happened today... is it true love in the air? Or is our lovely Fran just filling a void till his next plane back to France? Only time will tell.
Fran? ~private!~
Stepping into the foyer of the mansion, a place she never expected herself to be, feeling a bit unhinged she was greeted by a maid at the front door asking if she could take her coat and what have you. Audrey politely shooed her away, offering a gentle smile. "What is this in regards to Madame Fairmont?" The greeter inquired. "I'm here to see Fran. It...It's important...I think." She stuttered a bit, trying to place her thoughts together. "Is he here?" The woman nodded, and politely excused herself to find him.
While she waited, Audrey looked about, noting how she remembered this very place. Her friendship with Faye, her "meetings" in private with Nicolas, back when she was a nobody, a simple spy attempting to make her life work here in this strange new world. Surreal. It was all too surreal, as if she had lived another life.
Is Fran still around?
He pops in when he wants to, which is not always convenient to either of us, but that is just typical Fran. I’ve learned to deal with it, for the most part.
Audrey: Stumbling forward as she was ushered out of the press junket by her staff, she slipped into the limo awaiting her, a screaming Josiah bouncing on her father's lap, a panicked Audrey pressing her phone to her ear. She sighed and swallowed hard looking at her son, reaching over to take hold of his hand gently to see if it would calm him. As their fingertips met for the mere second he stopped his tears gazing at her with a little hope twinkling in his jade eyes. Audrey couldn't help but smile at him, but as the ringtone kept buzzing going on and on and there was no answer from Fran on the other end, she began to click her heel up and down by way of her knee shaking in an uncomfortable worriment. Suddenly as the phone clicked to life of an answer she gasped. "Fran?!....Fran please...please tell me you're alright. I saw...I saw the television...a bomb? There...there was a bomb?!....are you alright? Are you at the hospital? Where are you?" She frantically flooded him with her trepidation.
How is Fran doing when it comes to stepping up as a father?
In one word? Better. He’s not…and I mean this in the nicest, most sincere way possible, the best father he could be, and I know that, but he’s trying. The fact alone that he came to me and asserted that he truly wanted to be a part of Josiah’s life, but not just any part, act like his father, be his father, was a huge step for him. For nearly five months, I was doing it all on my own. He wanted to be out of the picture, and I gave that to him, just as he insisted. I would never deny him his right to be in Josiah’s life, because he is his birth father, however, I’ve spent so much time alone with my son that I have a much more clearer image of how our life should be together, how our live is together. It was just J.J. and I, for a really long time, we grew used to it. I grew used to it. For the first time in a long time I didn’t need anyone, I did not depend on anyone other than myself. Yes, I asked for some help from my father, whereas close friends offered it, they felt some initiative some form of obligation that I hadn’t directly inquired for. They were just there when I needed them and it was a beautiful sentiment. In a way, I believe things as a whole might be looking up, but it will take work. We are just now finding our way, figuring out how to get along around our son and that is most important. He lied to me, he broke my heart, there are some things I’m no so sure that I could forgive him for, but I am certainly doing my best to try. I’m not sure if Fran will be a frequent part of his life, he has this consistency to…disappear unannounced and then show up all over again. Our relationship has been very yo-yo-like and Josiah deserves peace of mind, someone he can depend upon, we both do. I know he is trying. I know he is. But sometimes it just isn’t enough. Only time can really tell.
We're alright. No, but it's better than not being in each others lives at all.