a sunshine boy meets a broken girl
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"ugh I hate packing "
"I'll help " I shrug .
"no , I'll do it on my own " she says checking the clothes on the hanger
"but you hate packing "
"I hate breathing too , I do that just fine "...
(A/n: one thing before reading , the song that I have used is comfort crowd by Conan Gray and in no way, shape or form I own that song or have any right over it . For this chapter we'll just assume that this song was written by Lucas *teasing wink* . Happy reading )
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"Yes, reschedule that shoot, we're leaving for Greece tomorrow."
"Yes, Grace, I'll pack my bag for it."
"The fuck's that?"
"Oh, okay, I pinky promise. Besides, don't think that I forgot about your date with Jack."
"Jack?"
"You didn't tell me his name so I just started calling him Jack."
"Yeah, I didn't tell you because I knew the minute you got to know his name you'll call him and threaten him, scaring the poor guy."
"Yeah, I definitely would. No guy is good enough for you, and I want him to know that if he fucks up, I'll be eating him for lunch." She laughs at that.
"Yeah, you'll meet him soon, don't worry. And you know he called me today for a concert. His friend is a singer and he's performing, so he wanted me to go. And since you're going with Lucas and I'm free, I thought why not."
"Hm, enjoy then."
"You too, and don't think I forgot about you and Lucas. I mean I need to find the venue for the wedding, you know."
"What wedding?" I ask horrified.
"Well, you went to the club to pick him up, even though you loathe clubs and alcohol. You're going to his concert. God knows what'll happen next. I need to be prepared."
"Ugh, Grace, shut up. Bye."
I love Grace like a sister I never had, but she sometimes can be too much to handle. I sigh, getting out of the car, rushing towards my room, desperate for a shower. Taking a bath, I pick out my outfit and leave with my phone and earpods.
I head straight to 'the spot' since I know that he'll be there practicing for tomorrow. As I reach closer, his sound becomes louder. He sees me and smiles while singing. I climb up and sit next to him, silently listening to his soothing voice.
He finishes the song and groans, "Ugh, I don't think I can do this," he says, throwing his hand back. "Why not?" He scoffs. "The pitch of my voice is too high. They told me to write a song that has not been published and I did, but it's trash. And if that's not enough, then I haven't been on the stage for about two years now, so that’s that." "Lucas, you're panicking. Your voice is not high pitched, it's just perfect and the song you wrote will be fine. You handle fame like a pro." He chuckles at that, rolling his eyes. "You haven't even heard the song, how can you say that?" I shrug. "I just know so." "Do you wanna hear it? No one's heard it yet." I nod rapidly.
This hurt that I'm holding's getting heavy But I'mma keep a smile on my shoulders 'til I'm sweaty Begging on my knees Screamin' "someone come and help me" But by the time they're there I've already hid the body
