"Hello, dear readers! I'm your Author-Chan, and I'm back with another exciting tale.
As usual, this story centers around an original character (OC), introducing you to the intriguing world of Yuri Akatsuki, also known as Yuri Yukimura, a spirited J...
"Where is that Brian? That rascal promised to pick me up from the airport, and now he's got me waiting for a whole damn hour!" I muttered, irritation bubbling within me.
"This is ridiculous. Where's his number?" I rummaged through my bag, finally retrieving one of his letters with his number scrawled on it.
'Hold on a sec, do I even have a working SIM card in LA?'
For those who might be a bit puzzled, let me clarify: Brian, Romie, and I are besties for life. I haven't seen them in three long years.
I glanced around the bustling airport and approached one of the attendants. "Excuse me."
The woman looked at me, curious. "Yes?"
"Could I borrow your phone for a moment? I need to make a call," I requested.
"Of course." She handed me her phone. I quickly dialed Brian's number, and after a few rings, he picked up.
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(Yuri's Attire)
"Hello! Who's this?" a male voice greeted.
"Youuuu bastard!! Where in the hell are you?!" I yelled, drawing curious looks from people around me, but I couldn't care less.
"Hey, Yuri! Babe, how are you?" Brian greeted me cheerfully.
"Babe my ass! Why aren't you here at the airport picking me up?" I huffed annoyed.
"I thought you were coming on Friday?" he asked confused.
"Today IS Friday," I replied, frustration evident in my voice, and he laughed.
"I'm sorry. I'm kinda busy. I'll message you the location. Can you come by yourself?" he asked.
"Now, aren't you a great friend? I just arrived in LA, and you want ME to come to YOU?!" I asked, clearly annoyed. In the background, I heard a girl say, "Here's your sandwich."
"You jerk!! You chose a girl over me?! Wait for me!! I'll come over there and murder you myself!" I cut the call and returned the phone to the attendant, storming out of the airport.
I found myself without a car, and taking a taxi didn't appeal to me either.
Scanning the surroundings, my eyes locked onto a sleek black Mitsubishi Lancer. A guy had just stepped out of it, and I approached him, offering some cash.
"Hey! What's this for?" he asked, puzzled, as I casually took his keys.
"It's mine now," I replied with a mischievous grin, placing my luggage on the passenger seat, and then driving away.
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