𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 created like the sun. 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 made like the moon.
𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 always shining, remaining happy, no matter the obstacles she goes through.
𝐇𝐄'𝐒 always in the dark, covered in shade and grumpiness.
But one thing, is that when the 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍...
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It's awkward, but Phantom doesn't sense the tension.
He's so sweet.
"She was upset, so I was comforting her." He grins as he pats Aldric on the shoulder before walking towards Jacob.
I almost yell for him to come back.
Keyword; almost.
He reminds me of when I was younger and Liam would comfort me. He really was my best friend. I need to figure out what is going on with him nowadays.
"Why were you upset?" There's something off about that question, he's not angry it's something else, but I don't know what it is.
I shake my head as I plaster on a smile, "It's nothing, come on, let's go!" I smile as I grab him by the arm and walk towards the rest of the people.
Ignoring the looks I'm receiving; I walk past them towards the entrance of the bar.
We all enter the bar, and surprisingly it looks.. clean.
I always imagined bars to be really messy due to the drunk people, but this one reminds me of the café.
I think it's because there's not very many people in the bar right now.
It looks cozy, but I don't think they sell very cozy drinks.
They all order a bunch of weird drinks, luckily Aldric orders me a glass of water with ice in it.
I follow after Flora like a lost puppy as she takes a seat by one of the big couches.
She tells me to sit nearby the window, since apparently they will get up a lot, and she knows I won't be bothered to move every time to let them walk past.
I take a seat next to the window — in front of Aldric.
I send him a smile as I drink my water from the straw.
Aldric hadn't ordered a beer like everyone else, by the looks of the small glasses, he ordered some weird shots.
A bunch of them.
He grabs one and swallows it all in one go, his eyes stay glued to mine.
Looking around, everyone has just one drink that they are constantly sipping, deep in conversation.
My eyes travel back to the man in front of me.
I watch as he takes another one, gulping it down like it's water once more.
Is it that good?
He's ordered at least 10 of them, I don't even think he'll be sharing them.
"Why did you order so many?" I ask as I lean closer to him, he looks deeply into my eyes before shrugging, "I always drink a lot after a concert."
