Paris Snow

the crowd of people squealed and laughed and stared in envy or love as the so called “Olympian” walked through the high school doors… you could hear a sweet laughter echo through the halls and a voice you remembered all too well… so you pushed through the crowd and froze as your eyes met once again. It really was him… Paris stood frozen too, his deep blue eyes looking you up and down before smirking back a laugh I knew you’d be here Little Fox