" 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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"WOW, IT WAS JUST AROUND THE CORNER." I awed to myself, staring up at the sign standing in the middle of the road.
This section of the walkway wasn't as busy as I thought. In fact, it was surprisingly not all that populated on this street. I still hear cars honking with their engines to the right of me. The sky was tainted with lavenders and sky blues.
"Y/N." A low voice from my left uttered.
I whipped my body around.
The male wearing a Plain Jane outfit was in an alleyway, about 2 1/2 meters wide. Hands were buried in pockets, back hunched like a punk, and an unhealthily pale—I think it's makeup—complexion. I heard through the news that he was going through a tough time, now changing up his style into a rebel look—which I have no problem with.
But his attitude to me on the phone was just—
"Oh...Kai." I laughed my anxiety off, wiping away an imaginary sweat drop. My feet moved to the direction of where the section is. "Phew. Thought I lost my way for a sec there—but let me cut to the chase. What'd you need me for? Where wer—"
Once my E/C eyes reached his fiery gaze, I could tell that they were more than a little charred on the grill.
"Um...it's something serious, isn't it?"
He didn't reply.
The lava orbs that glared at me with undesirable hatred were melted into my memory and set stone.
"Our friendship's over."
...
Wait what?
"H-Huh?" I tilted my head. He stared back, monotonous. "Haha—good joke. What did you really call me here f—"
"I'm not your friend anymore. Don't come to me—"
"Kai, what happened?" I reach my hand out to him, only for it to be swatted away like a mere fly in the air.
"I'm leaving."
"Kai!"
"Grr..."
"Kai Suzuki—"
"Okay—listen here you—"
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"He called you a what?!" Zac shouted, shooting up from sofa in a fiery rage. His fists were clenched tighter than the jaw of a serpent, eyes like an owl. "That—that—that now-former friend of mine has no right to call my sweet angel of a sister that!"
