a/n before i even write anything i just need to say this.

black lives fucking matter. thank u.

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sasha was in awe driving through the beautiful city of paris. the architecture, the fashion, the food, it was all so fascinating to a girl who'd never been out of the country. she always read about different cultures, hoping one day she'd get to experience them for herself. she would finally get that chance now.

"we're going to go to the hotel first and check into our room and then i was thinking we find somewhere to eat," seth said looking over at the blue haired girl who's eyes had never left the window since they'd been driving. "sash?"

sasha hummed, "sounds good. thank you so much seth." the brunette smiled watching the girl's face light up at every new thing she saw pass by. he was beyond happy already and they had just arrived.

when the limousine pulled up to the hotel, a worker grabbed their suitcases, wheeling them away on the cart.

sasha walked close to seth, not one hundred percent comfortable in this new environment. she didn't know what the people were like here, but so far they seemed nice.

stepping into the grand hotel was like stepping into a castle. the floors were an elegant marble with dark red rugs scattered in various places throughout the gigantic lobby. the couches were a mix of white and red, decretive pillows coating them. there were massive pillars, stairs cases that looked like the went on for miles, as well as intricate sculptures and paintings hung around. it was everything sasha had dreamed of.

the two walked to the front desk, sasha still astonished by everything she saw.

"ah mr.rollins, your suite is ready. room 672," the receptionist wore a fancy blue suit, his dark hair slicked back.

sasha almost died hearing his accent.

seth grabbed the keys before hurriedly guiding sasha away from the desk.

"he was so hot," she mumbled.

seth scoffed, "he has nothing on me."

"keep telling yourself that."

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the suite was just as elegant as the lobby. it was gorgeously decorated and was massive compared to any other hotel room sasha had stayed in.
she especially liked the balcony that gave a crystal clear view of the eiffel tower in the distance.

"we'll be seeing that tomorrow," seth smiled walking up beside sasha. he placed his hand on her shoulder, offering a gentle squeeze.

"seth, thank you so much for this, i don't know why you would want to take me out of all people, but this has already been the best experience of my life."

he smiled, pulling the shorter girl into  his embrace, gently tracing his fingers across her back. "of course i would want you to come," he mumbled into her hair, "i know a lot of people, but nobody is as real and genuine as you are."

sasha blushed, pulling away from his arms. she felt the cool breeze blow gently against her as she let out a sigh.

i'm i'm paris!

"so room service or should we find somewhere nice to go eat?" he seth asked, leaning against the balcony rails.

sasha shrugged, "i'm kind of tired and i don't have that many fancy outfits to last this trip, so maybe room service."

"i promise you, by the end of this trip you will have a suitcase full of designer clothes," seth said, watching her face turn red for the 1000th time this trip.

she shook her head, "seth, you don't ha-

"no, but i want to."

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"what even is the drinking age here?" seth asked, taking a long sip of his champagne. sasha shrugged, bringing her glass to her lips and sipping the liquid.

"damn, i don't think i've tasted something so...expensive," sasha laughed, placing her champagne back on the tray.

"wait till you try the pasta. if i didn't know any better i'd think we were in italy," seth commented, digging his fork into his penne.

sasha smiled, gently patting her lips with the white cloth. "italy sounds like a nice trip...and before you even say it, you're not wasting your money on taking me there."

seth pouted, "it's not wasting though."

sasha sternly shook her head. she'd always been independent and the thought of relying on somebody to do things for her made her feel sick. no matter how many times seth assured her that she was worth his money, she still felt somewhat guilty.

"my aunt lives in italy. we're not even italian but she's had four husbands, loves wasting her money on unnecessary things, and getting drunk is a personality trait to her," seth chuckled thinking back to all of the family gatherings that she'd gotten completely wasted at, "she moved to italy like five years ago because she 'had nothing better to do'," seth curled his fingers into air quotes, knowing that woman had a lot of potential. she was smart and she had money, she just chose to live her life freely.

"she's my new spirit animal," sasha giggled, "your family seems really interesting."

"hopefully you'll be apart of it," he murmured, making sure to be as quiet as possible with his words.

sasha tilted her head, "did you say something?" she asked.

"no, no. but yeah, you should meet my family some day. they'd really like you, especially your hair. my mom's favorite color is blue," he explained, smiling at the girl.

too close seth, too close

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important a/n
hi, hope your doing well! i know there are terrible things happening rn. in fact they've been happening for so so so long now, it's time we take action and change things. please keep signing petitions, donating (only if you can), and raising awareness! please please please be safe if your protesting! stay positive (i know that's hard to do). i love all of you! 💙

BLACK LIVES MATTER!