Lean on Us: NEW AND IMPROVED (LukaxAdrienxReader)

A Plan is Brewing

(Y/N)'s sleep was restless at best, but the morning vision made the exhaustion worth it. The sun pouring into (Y/N)'s room filtered through the skylight, built to scatter little streaks of rainbow across the walls. The light from the windows painted to room in iridescent hues of white, pinks, and soft oranges. There were even a few birds happily chirping outside the bird feeder that (Y/N)'s grandmother had added to the balcony. The city streets below were quiet without much more than the occasional car door closing or honking. (Y/N)'s eyes opened, slowly waking up and appreciating the serenity. Today was either going to be really good or really shitty, their anxiety made this peaceful morning feel as if they were standing in the eye of a hurricane. 

Their speaker blared as they stepped into the shower, doing a double-take once they processed just how many products were in the bathroom alone. "If my skin isn't perfect by the end of this month, I'm losing all faith in rich people shit." (Y/N) mumbled to themselves as they picked a few products. Nothing crazy, but enough to feel pampered. Their muscles finally relaxed as the warm water enveloped their frame in a cozy blanket, (Y/N) took their time pampering themselves from head to toe, even their hair got some extra love. 

As reluctant as (Y/N) was to get out of the shower, they didn't want to risk being late. They were shocked at how well the scents stayed even after getting out of the shower, they guessed it was another perk of good-quality products. Their after-shower care was quick, but (Y/N) took their time with their hair. It was a little tradition of theirs to take a little extra time with a random morning task to just breathe. It was almost meditative. 

They looked at themselves in the mirror as their look came together "Today is gonna be good. We got this," they huffed "Even if everyone is an asshole, meeting one nice person is a win and that's all we need today." they looked at the picture of their parents on their nightstand for some reassurance, it was one from Halloween when (Y/N) convinced them to dress up in those inflatable dinosaur costumes. The picture itself was silly, but it was a cherished memory that brought them to a happier time. 

(Y/N) grabbed their bag from next to their desk, still surprised at how much Owen bought just for school alone, and tucked their sketchbook safely inside. They headed downstairs to grab a quick breakfast, knowing their driver was waiting for them. It was weird just thinking about having a driver tasked specifically for (Y/N). Would they even need to get a driver's license? They shook their head, of course they had to get their driver's license. Learning to drive in Paris traffic?  In all honesty, going their whole life without their license was sounding more and more appealing. 

(Y/N)'s driver was nice, but he definitely didn't look like he drove rich people around for a living. He was a pretty built guy, looking more like a bodyguard than a chauffeur. He had a short beard and long, brown hair kept in a neat bun, (Y/N) thought it looked pretty good. They even made a mental note to ask where he got his hair done because it looked gorgeous. 

There wasn't a lot of talking in the car, he'd introduced himself as Nicolas and said he'd be (Y/N)'s driver and was there to help in any way he could, but not to feel obligated to talk to him if they weren't up for it. He was with (Y/N)'s grandfather when he received the news about their parents and understood a reluctance to talk. He smiled at (Y/N) through the rear-view mirror as he dropped them off "Have a good day, (Y/N)" 

(Y/N) waved softly as they got out of the car, almost freezing once they noticed the influx of people staring at them. Was it because they were new? Probably. Had (Y/N) convinced themselves it was because they looked bad or did something stupid without realizing it? Oh, most definitely. They quickly went up the stairs to the doors of the school. 

They were surprised at how much space there was inside the school to just hang out. Students sat at tables, papers and laptops scattered across the surfaces as they talked among themselves. Everyone was smiling. Maybe this school wasn't going to be so horrible.