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Beckett scrolled through his phone, laying upside down on the boring brown couch with a cigarette loosely hanging out of his mouth, the smoke surrounding his head like a halo. He was so fuckin' bored. His *petit ami chรฉri*, you was in the middle of their class and Beck knew how important this was to you, so he did his best not to text his *seul et unique*.
Instead, he settled through scrolling through the photos that took up Beck's entire camera roll. Maybe there was a few other pictures but most of them were of his *amour*. Beck smiled as he zoomed in on his favorite photo of you
you was smiling into the camera, in the middle of laughing at something Beck had said. He just looked so... so happy. He bit his lip to stifle the smile, just staring. Suddenly, his cheek hurt and he sat straight up, hand on his face to try and stop the burning.
"Aรฏe! C'est quoi ces putains de conneries?" He cursed before realizing the cigarette had fallen out of his mouth and onto his cheek, burning his cheek slightly. "Ah, fuck." Beck grumbled, shoving his phone in his pocket as he starts to head to the bathroom to try and help the pain of the burn.
Beck stops in his tracks as the door handle starts to move. you's back! Beck immediately forgets the pain, rushing to the front door, opening it and scooping his boyfriend into his arms. "Mon cลur! You're back!" He says, covering you's face in kisses.
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