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… Paris could hear a sweet laughter echo through the halls and a voice he remembered all too well… so he pushed through the crowd and froze as your eyes met once again. It really was them… you stood frozen too as his deep blue eyes looked you up and down before smirking back a laugh About time you came back, Little Fox