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Sorry Alex is sorry.

When I made pancakes last night, it seems my stomach didn't agree with it. About 2 hours ago, I threw up all over the laptop. This means that I might not be around for a while, as I'm using my dad's laptop and he never really seems to leave the house, or I am rarely in the house alone. I don't know if I'll be going to school tomorrow. I'll try and come on, but I might have to be on my phone. Also, the laptop breaking means I've lost EVERYTHING. TVD, PLL, all my GIFs. So yeah, I'm hoping it can actually be fixed, as I don't want to start all over. I have some photos on there, and things I need.

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Eiffel Tower | Leighton & Braden

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Braden smiled a little as she greeted him and gave a small nodded. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” He responded, stepping back to allow her to walk beside him. He gave a small chuckle as her face scrunched at the door lock. “Yeah, well. It sure can feel that way around here in more ways than one.” He answered as the pair began to walk together. He thought for a moment, then turned to look at her. “Thinking about it, what I just said is probably more relevant to me than to you, Ms Castillo.” He gave a small smile, leading her to the elevator. It already had other guests inside. Passing Leighton an apologetic look, they slid inside.

He opted to remain silent until they reached the ground floor and he stepped out. A few people stood in the girl’s way and he glared at them, grabbing her hand from in between them and pull her through. “Manners are a pretty good thing to have. Use them.” He snarled at the males that blocked Leighton’s path, then ushered her away as they headed for the exit. He felt her eyes on her as he released her hand and he looked her way. “Sorry. Sometimes I let my temper get the better of me.” He shrugged. “Especially when people are disrespectful. Sorry if I embarassed you.” He gave a weak smile.

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"What do you mean?" Leighton didn't understand when he said about it being a prison more for him. He was a grown man so realistically he didn't have any restrictions (that were legal) about what he could and couldn't do. Theoretically nobody could tell him what to do, he was old enough to make his own decisions. Biting her lip, Leighton smiled back once they were inside the elevator. It was a very quiet ride, with them both remaining silent, along with everyone else inside. Leighton hesitated when she saw the people blocking her path, and was just about to ask them to move, she felt someone grab her hand. It was Braden. He'd pulled her through the people and then said something to them. "It's okay Braden. Seriously. Thank you" She smiled at him and squeezed his hand. Although he had been perhaps a little rude, and she was quite capable of getting through herself, the gesture was there and it was sweet so of course, she thought nothing of it. From the hotel, it was around a 20 minute walk, so not all that much. "Let's walk, it's hot out" Hoping not to seem bossy, she told him that she didn't want to be in a stuffy cab. "But we can go in one if you like. We might get there quicker"

#My enter key isn't working so I just made a gap for the next para! :L

Hey!

How is everyone today?

#I can't hit enter #So it might look a little messy.

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My enter key isn't working.

I need a new laptop.

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Eiffel Tower | Leighton & Braden

Braden was not really one for spontaneously organising an outing, but something about Leighton’s chirpyness had convinced him other wise. Being the oldest one there, he felt a little out of his element. In a way, he was relieved that Leighton had struck up a conversation with him. It came as a sigh of relief, that he didn’t have to be a total loner for another day in a row. Lately, the only company he had time for was Liberty’s, and though she was fun, she was tiring. Plus, who only wants to spend time with just one person? Though, he would never admit that to anyone. He rarely admitted anything to anyone. He was that kind of guy, secretive and quiet.

It didn’t take him long to change into aproppriate attire and leave his room. Braden had grown to know the map of the hotel like the back of his hand, so he had no trouble in knowing where to go. He ignored most everyone passing by him, occasionally re-directing his gaze to flicker onto the odd person, then quickly taking back their place in staring straight ahead. Braden wasn’t too fond of most of the people in the hotel, so he counted himself lucky he’d stumbled upon a girl who was genuine.

Braden arrived outside Leighton’s hotel room shortly after he set off, and he knocked a few times before taking a step back. His eyes wandered the millions of doors that lined the hallway, getting slightly distracted, before she answered. He smiled lightly. “Hi.”

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Leighton had made plans for the second day in a row, this time instead of being with the girls all day she was going out with Braden, and they were going to see the Eiffel Tower. Although she was having fun, the brunette could not forget the true reason of why she was in Paris. For charity work. Vowing to herself she would spend all of tomorrow doing things for charity, she slipped her body into a white towel. The outfit for Paris was pretty simple. A long, strapless boho dress with thick black tights underneath.

The shoes on her feet were white flats, like the ones she had worn the previous night to attend dinner with Mercedes to. Drying her hair, she decided to just let it be natural. Yes, she would dry and brush it, but do nothing major to it. "I heard that you're settled down, that you're married now, I heard that your dreams came true, guess she gave you things, I didn't give to you" A photo flashed up of her best friend from the USA. Hitting accept, she spoke down the phone.

Hearing the knock at the door, Leighton said good bye to Demi and switched off the phone. Putting it in her brown over the shoulder bag. "Hey Braden! Ready?" Without waiting for a response, she closed the door and heard it's automatic lock click. "I hate that... I know it's for security but it makes me feel like I'm in a prison camp" The brunette told the guy infront of her honestly.

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