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Chapter 4

                           "What does the fox say?"

                              

 The students spill out of class like oil spills come out of  Russia.  Everyone was bored but y/n was in heaven. Uwu you think. You see the kid from before wearing dickies and the Sakura blossom uniform. You stare at the short child for what feels like hours at his dickies shirt until the bell rings and you rush to lunch. 

The lunchroom is crowded, the tile floors are already dirty with mashed potatoes and hot pockets from the cafeteria. The window brought in beautiful rays of light which shine upon an even shorter human wearing black sweatpants and a grey sweatshirt. He quietly sings to himself Miley Cyruses's "Part in the USA." his hair sweeps over his eyes in a manor that makes him look like a very American K-pop star. You decide to walk over and say hi. 

"Hey, can I sit with you?" You question.

"Welcome to the land of fame and success (wow) am I gonna fit in?" He continues singing

"It that a yes? Uwu?"

"I hopped off the plane at L.AX

With a dream and my cardigan
Welcome to the land of fame excess (woah)
Am I gonna fit in?
Jumped in the cab, here I am for the first time
Look to my right, and I see the Hollywood sign
This is all so crazy
Everybody seems so famousMy tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda homesick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous
That's when the taxi man turned on the radio
And a Jay-Z song was on
And a Jay-Z song was on
And a Jay-Z song was onSo I put my hands up
They're playin' my song, the butterflies fly away
I'm noddin' my head like, yeah
Movin' my hips like, yeah
I got my hands up, they're playin' my song
They know I'm gonna be okay
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.Get to the club in my taxi cab
Everybody's looking at me now
Like, "Who's that chick, that's rockin' kicks?
She gotta be from out of town"
So hard with my girls not around me
It's definitely not a Nashville party
'Cause all I see are stilettos
I guess I never got the memoMy tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda homesick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous
That's when the DJ dropped my favorite tune
And a Britney song was on
And a Britney song was on
And a Britney song was onSo I put my hands up
They're playin' my song, the butterflies fly away
I'm noddin' my head like, yeah
Movin' my hips like, yeah
I got my hands up, they're playin' my song
They know I'm gonna be okay
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.Feel like hoppin' on a flight (on a flight)
Back to my hometown tonight (town tonight)
Something stops me every time (every time)
The DJ plays my song and I feel alrightSo I put my hands up
They're playin' my song, the butterflies fly away
I'm noddin' my head like, yeah (noddin' my head)
Movin' my hips like, yeah (ooh yeah)
I got my hands up, they're playin' my song
They know I'm gonna be okay (gonna be okay)
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.So I put my hands up
They're playin' my song, the butterflies fly away (flying away)
I'm noddin' my head like, yeah (noddin' my head like, yeah)
Movin' my hips like, yeah (movin' my hips like, yeah)
I got my hands up, they're playin' my song
They know I'm gonna be okay (I'm gonna be okay)
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.
Yeah (ha-ha-ha-ha), it's a party in the U.S.A."

You sit in awe of his beautiful performance. 

"Yes, uwu," he speaks " of course you can sit here, you sussy little baka."

"I'm Aidan" He confirms. 

"And I'm y/n" You state proudly. 

You and him sit happily together and enjoy your skittle-flavoured pop-tarts together.