Fools Gold || Jean K.

1 - V of Spades

AN: I can't believe I'm writing a second fic right now...

I hope you enjoy this very long first chapter!

- J <3
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V of Spades: Obstacles and difficulty, but with eventual success

Ophiras POV:

"Ok, so you know that huge band, V of Spades?" My best friend, Sasha, says suddenly as she sits down in front of me. Her beady eyes met mine as I placed my phone down, giving her one hundred percent of my attention.

"No, I actually don't recall Paradise's biggest boyband that has millions of women dying for one of them to even glance at her...you being one of them as of recent," I ponder sarcastically, placing one hand to my chin.

She looks at me blankly, her eyes narrowing softly as a dumbfounded look paints her face.

"I'm kidding, Sash. What about them? Are they going on tour? I'll go with you if you want someone to keep you company," I give her a soft smile.

She's been obsessed with this band for about six months now, and I know she's been dying to see them in concert if they were to go on one. It's the least I could do, even if I don't listen to them that much except on the occasions she plays their music when I'm with her.

"Oh, haha, yeah they are actually!" She shifts nervously, tugging at a piece of her hair, "But actually, I won't need you there because I have someone I'm going with already..."

I tilt my head, narrowing my eyes at her.

My lovely best friend doesn't have many friends besides me, which is something I'll never understand because she's sunshine in a bottle and I'm a firm believer that everyone needs a Sasha Braus in their life. She's the sweetest person in the entire world and the first and often the one to suggest all the crazy and chaos that one could spend lifetimes being terrified of.

That's just who she is, and I love her every single day because of it.

It always feels like she's my friend and solely mine alone...like she and I were put on this Earth to be opposites that attracted so suddenly.

I'm completely unlike her. I have an attitude that goes on for miles and I'm impatient as a toddler standing in front of a cupcake. However, she brings out a side of me that makes me more like her, and it makes the world a better place.

Besides the point, I don't know who else she'd know besides a few friends here and there and....me.

"Oh no," I gasp, "Sasha Braus, don't tell me that this is the day that you leave me for another best friend. It'll be my villain origin story."

I'm joking...kind of.

I have no one if I don't have her. She's my best friend and roommate who makes living in the busiest part of Paradise worth it and manageable. We both met at our art school in college. We bumped into each other one day when she was carrying a huge easel that was easily twice her size and scattered my script from my upcoming show everywhere.

I didn't have a good reputation, so naturally, everyone either hated me or didn't get close enough to figure anything out.

I remember her eyes widening as she realized who I was and apologized profusely as I muttered that she was fine. She rushed to help, trying to say anything and everything as words sputtered out of her mouth. She helped me pick all the papers up and put them in order, apologizing to me every time she saw me until one day when I told her she didn't have to worry about it.

Told...well yelled. Her entire demeanor switched after the tangent was over, and all she could say was something that solidified our friendship forever.