" 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡,
𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟. "
Our Y/N is a famous movie star, singer, popstar, model, anything else related to this-you name it! Almo...
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"I'LL BE CHEERING FOR YOU VALT!" I hit his back playfully like the proud star I am. "Make sure you win your match with Boa!"
"No problemo! I'll win this match, you'll see!" The blue shortie grinned widely, throwing me a thumbs-up with his other hand on his hip. I laughed at his undeniable will for victory, getting in line last for the bus ride to the tournament's premises.
As I finally stepped on and took the first few steps in the narrow space in between the seats, I noticed the only empty chair.
It was beside Free.
'Oh...gracious me.' I sweat, traipsing over towards the back spaces. As I walked pass a few blader-filled seats, I could feel the mischievous smirk from Kristina on the left side. Her snickering gaze at traveled all the way from my back into my soul.
I anxiously plop myself down next to the half-asleep golden boy, careful not to disturb him with my shining presence.
'I know I'm so bright and all but please stay aslee—'
"Oh, you're here again."
'Annnnnd shi—'
"Greetings and salutations!" I smile, dazzling my hand as I brought that one into the air. My other spins a few times before settling into a bowing position. Free stares at me as he usually does on any occasion. "I've come in peace, gorg—t-tired human."
'Play it off, honey, you're doing just fine.
I think.'
"Hi." He mumbles back in response, yawning for the 5th time in a row. The bus's engine roared to life, sweeping us away from the entrance of the hotel and into the busy vehicle-filled streets. "You know, you should come over again."
"Come over again?" I question, making a face at his statement. "Could you run that by me agai—wait, o-oh...that."
'How in Orochi's new headphones did I not remember!?'
"You're soothing." Free replied, chin sitting in his palm as his elbow sat on his lap. His eyes were glancing out of the glass, viewing the early, warm, autumn leaves flying past us as the bus drove by. His pitch-black pearls then turned his head back over to me with a small smile when the vehicle stopped at a red light. "Your singing I mean, it's perfect for lullabies."
I exploded with crimson.
"A-Ah, well," my phrases fumbled as I tried to find the correct wording for my response. "I-I—I humbly thank you!"
