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three - jean?
——YOU WERE INSIDE MIKA'S CAR, with the windows opened, letting the cold wind inside. Her hand was on the steering wheel and the other she used to hold a cigarette between her knuckles, she sucked in her cheeks whilst the cigarette was in her mouth, inhaled the smoke, then exhaled it.
The Weeknd was playing in the background and the both of you sat there in silence, not awkward silence but more of a comfortable one. You pulled out your phone from your purse to check your makeup. Mika took a glance at you from the rear-view mirror as you began to touch up your makeup.
"We're almost there, baby. You don't have that much time to touch up your makeup," she spoke, still looking at the road.
You groaned, "But I rushed my makeup... I don't like it." she sighed, "Well maybe if you didn't spend too much time picking your outfit then you would've had enough time to do your makeup, but..." she turned her head to you, checking you out, "You still look really hot." you playfully rolled your eyes at her, "Shut up and kiss me." you said, jokingly.
She replied, "say less." You both looked at each other and laughed.
You and Mikasa tend to joke around. A lot. But there were times that you felt like she wasn't, though you didn't think much of it.
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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ:
You both arrived quite early, so you assumed that you both were gonna get in pretty quickly... Or so you thought. You looked at the long line in front of you, then at Mikasa. "It's alright, I know how to get in without getting in line," she reassured, almost shouting because of how loud the music was, and the people chattering around you.
As you both walked past the crowd of people, you could feel the rude glares, but Mikasa just ignored it and so did you. Mikasa was talking to the guard while you were still holding her hand, feeling like a lost puppy.
You felt uncomfortable, you weren't the type to go to clubs nor parties at all. And yet you still agreed to go since you did want to see the Band perform.
