~perfect for pictures~ (luka couffaine x reader)

☆ chapter ten ☆

(LUKA'S POV)

Isaac. What to say about Isaac? He showed up with his piercings and button downs and... where is this going? Anyway, the guy is cool as shit. So what the hell is my problem with him?

"What's your deal, Isaac? What're you into?" Ivan asked. I was scrubbing graffiti off the deck as everyone else bagged and swept up the debris.

"I'm a film major at Columbia College in Chicago." He lazily flipped one of the unbroken drumsticks in his right hand. Psshh, I can do that. I picked up a drumstick lying on the floor near me.

I could not do that.

"That's so cool! Do you make movies and stuff?" Rose said as she dropped a split-in-half guitar into the trash bag Juleka was holding.

"Sort of, mostly art films and abstract shorts." He shrugged.

"He once shot and directed a music video for the Maybe Dead Cats." Y/N crossed her arms and grinned at the American boy with pride.

Listen, I'm not a jealous person. Really, I'm not. But seeing some dude just swoop in with my best friend? My Y/N? That did it. I couldn't stand to see him being all impressive and nice with everyone. And I hated myself for it.

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I stood up and dusted off my jeans. The graffiti was all gone, and everything was cleaned up. I had let everyone else go downstairs while I finished up, so I went to go join them. When I got there, Y/N was in the middle of telling a story from before she moved. Something about her and Isaac and a roller rink. I took extra notice of Isaac staring at her while she told the story. The way the corners of his mouth curved upwards ever-so-slightly and his eyes scanned her– I knew for sure: this guy liked Y/N.

"Luka!" Y/N exclaimed, shooting up from her seat on the couch. "I was beginning to think you went overboard." She walked over to me. "I missed you." She smiled and took my hand, dragging me over to the couch. Y/N launched into a tangent about her Trig professor (a rant I had heard many a time) and all my worries about Isaac faded away.

(ISSAC'S POV)

Luka. What to say about Luka? He was exactly the type of guy you'd expect to be a guitarist in a band, except he was probably as far from a famous asshole as you could possibly get. He wore a black Depeche Mode band tee, black ripped jeans, and combat boots. His eyes were smudged with eyeliner and his hair was dyed blue and purple (which Y/N had told me was her doing).

As I watched Y/N and her friends interact, I couldn't help but notice how well she fit in with them all. I don't know why it struck me as so odd, it's not like I expected her to be all alone when I got here. It finally occurred to me that while I had been back in Chicago, Y/N had moved on in Paris, making new friends and living her own life. Without me. But seeing her happy was enough. However, that Luka guy... something about him spelled trouble, and for no discernible reason. The guy was kind of a saint, which made it all the more aggravating.

"You play an instrument, Isaac?" Luka snapped me out of my haze and I looked up to see the whole group staring at me.

"Yeah, I play trombone." I said. I scratched the back of my neck.

"That's so cool!" Rose exclaimed. I'd come to learn only one thing about Rose: she's incredibly overenthusiastic and almost sickeningly sweet about everything.

"I started in middle school and have been playing ever since." I said.

"Do you play at your university?" Luka asked.