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private: definitely look at it from my perspective and agree. well... you're high on love, so do you really need alcohol? wouldn't you do your mate a solid and stay sober while he finds answers at the bottom of a bottle? as much as i enjoy being back in a somewhat normal time zone, i can't say that cannes has been my favorite, so maybe you just join me and rudy in drinks and we'll have shawn as designated driver? i don't know why, for fuck's sake, barbara. she and i somehow just can't be in the same space without ripping into each other.

private: okay that makes zero sense. when has crossfading ever been a bad thing? as far as i'm concerned alcohol only intensifies the feeling of being high.. or at least that's what i've been told. of course i'll help but it's more the fact that you're just assuming i would stay sober. you know what.. fine, i'll be your designated driver, but you owe me - big time. oh jesus christ, hero. just stop talking to her. leave your ex alone.

the number of women jacob has been with in his life is greater than mine. i love women so much, so that's saying something. obviously, he's a whore, but we don't need to discuss that. it's been a rough week for you. i'm sorry. you are fortunate to have shawn by your side. keep in mind that i am also on your team. don't worry, i'm not going anywhere. @barbellasp

at this rate he should open a museum with the amount of women he has conquered over the years. i would be in the 'never gave a fuck' area with a small description that says; barbara palvin, gave her low self-esteem. it's okay, i'm much better now that i've had time to process everything that has been going on. how are you, though? if feel like you're going through things.. shawn is the best thing that has ever happened to me. i'm so happy, flo. you promise that?

what the hell is with everyone and the fuckin' potter jokes? i got it, but no, barb... just... no.

do you not know me? i'm the biggest potterhead known to mankind. if i'm referring to harry potter, it's not because of you... well lies, but still.

private: that's because you're a cinnamon roll and too pure for this world which is one of the infinite many things i love about you. if you don't want to talk to her, you don't have to and she'll just have to deal with that. that's the choice she made the second she chose jacob over your friendship. i'm not even gonna have to try that hard to make sure your posters look fantastic because you're a walking 11 out of 10, baby. but seriously, i don't think i could cope without you for a week. tell 'em it's shawn and barb or bust.

private: i think we can both agree that i'm anything but pure, though i'll take being your cinnamon roll over raging bitch any day. you basically make me sound like that cuppy cake song. am i also the apple of your eye? hm, i really don't want to engage in a conversation with her ever again. i do hope she finds happiness, even if it's with him. oh gosh, i'm literally an 8 when i stand next to you. i mean, you're so perfectly sculpted, i can't even... you'd go on a girls trip for me? how did i get so lucky? have i mentioned that i want to spend the rest of my life with you?

babes, i'm here to tell you, i finished an entire bottle of wine by myself last night and ended up in karaoke bar singing whitney houston and i'm just thanking the lord and heavens above that it seems like no one recorded it and posted it to any socials. i'm just letting you know what you miss out on when you're so head over heels in love with your man that you're attached to his hip. i gave the performance of a lifetime and it was a one night only thing. but i hope the sex was great. | @barbellasp

and why do i get the feeling that you're somehow bragging about the fact that you can sing and i basically sound like olaf from frozen... so did it end up going viral or did the public take pity on your gentle soul? oh shush you! after everything that's been going on lately i feel like i'm entitled to seek out a little safety.. but you are absolutely right, - we are joint by the hip. i sense that you're lying and that you're definitely going to do a wee bit of karaoke at the party tonight? honey, he's shawn mendes. the sex is always legendary.

shh, we're not talking about my prior relationship, we're talking about your current one. there's a major difference. i'm apollo's temple? that's a big statement, but i'll take it. private: i don't think it matters what i'd do, barb. it matters what you think is right and wrong, what you can and can't live with. i've got a bit of a temper on me, so wouldn't be handling this nearly as well as you are, so i'm definitely the wrong person to ask.

no but we can easily divert the conversation if you want, you know hocus pocus remove all focus -- from me. is there though? i feel like your dating history is a lot more interesting. private: i suppose you're right. now that it's been almost a week, i feel like i've come to the conclusion that i don't need need taylor in my life. kendall on the other hand.. there might be something to work with.

it dawned upon him one morning as shawn woke up with barbara curled up in his arms, her smaller frame entwined in his, that he wanted to wake up like this forever. he could hear every breath of hers reverberate against him, the soft rise and fall of her chest, her features somehow even more beautiful when she’s asleep, and he remembers trying his best to commit every detail to memory. it was in this moment that he realized he wanted to marry her. if he could wake up to her every single morning, his life would finally feel complete.

shawn had without a doubt become her shelter through a storm. he was the man that she planned and wanted to spend the rest of her life with. he was the man, that when the time was right, she wanted to have children with. she saw them living out youthful dreams; white picket fence, at least three children, beautiful union. it wasn't even a question anymore on whether they were rushing it or pushing their luck, no, only hours after their first night together her feelings had transformed into that kind of love that left her feeling staggering, intoxicated, and utterly breathless. to her he was heaven. sweet enchanted heaven. thankfully, though it never mattered, most of her peers had accepted and acknowledged that their hearts and souls had merged into one, an unspoken bond that couldn't be broken or swayed. it was all just.. absolutely perfect.

private: baby, you have nothing to feel bad about. the fact that you're even asking that makes me love you more. she didn't consider your feelings once before throwing herself into voldemort's arms so... yeah, i'm surprised she even had the gall to reach out after stooping that low. if they kidnap you, i'm filing a police report and leading a nation-wide manhunt to track you down. so tell them they're gonna have to kidnap me too because you're not going anywhere without me.

private: i don't know.. maybe i'm not cut out to be this kind of forthright with another human being. - though her personality is more similar to a hyena at this point. you do? aw baby.. i love you so so much. yeah, what was up with claiming that she knew i needed time to process everything she did? bitch, the process is me cutting you out of my life for not speaking to me sooner. you'd do that? make my missing posters look bedazzling, and tell the investigators that i was respected by my community with a smile that lit up the room.