At Luxford Academy, the elite boarding school for the ultra-rich, Adriana and Nicholas have been bitter rivals since childhood. Forced to live in the same dorm, their once-friendly pranks have escalated into daily clashes-sharp insults, constant bic...
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I glance up from my laptop as I hear Adri start humming softly. We've been in the air for about an hour now, and the hum of the private jet is the only sound that's been filling the space until now. I raise an eyebrow, wondering what's going on in that brilliant, chaotic mind of hers. She's supposed to be working on her designs, but knowing Adri, her thoughts are probably miles away from that right now.
Sure enough, she breaks the silence with a sudden, random, yet passionate declaration: "You know, Frank Ocean is a literal genius."
I smirk, keeping my eyes on my screen, but I can't help the amusement in my voice. "Really, babe? Where's this coming from?"
"I mean, seriously, Nick," she continues, barely acknowledging my question as she starts clicking through her sketches on her laptop. "His lyrics? His voice? It's like he's speaking directly to your soul, you know? Like, every song feels like a story you're a part of, even if you've never lived that experience."
She's on a roll now, her hands gesturing animatedly as she talks, her eyes sparkling. I can't help but glance over at her, watching the way her face lights up when she's passionate about something. I love that about her. Even when she's working or focused on something completely different, her mind always seems to find room for the things she loves—like Frank Ocean, apparently.
"Take 'Nights' for example," she says, her voice rising with excitement. "That beat switch? It's iconic. And don't even get me started on the lyrics. It's like this beautiful blend of heartbreak, nostalgia, and—ugh, I don't know—freedom? He captures emotions so perfectly, it's insane!"
I chuckle, shaking my head. "And here I thought you were working."
"I am working!" she protests, not looking away from her screen, but the grin on her face betrays her. "But I can't help it. Frank just... inspires me, you know? It's like I'm designing and then suddenly, I'm thinking about how his music makes me feel, and I'm like, 'Yes! This is the vibe.'"
Her energy is contagious, and I find myself smiling as I lean back in my seat, watching her as she rambles on about the nuances of Frank Ocean's discography. It's moments like these that make me appreciate her even more—her ability to get lost in things she's passionate about, how deeply she feels everything.
"So what's your favorite track currently?" I ask, knowing full well this is going to open the floodgates.
"Seigfried," she answers instantly, her eyes softening. "It's so vulnerable. The way he talks about being lost and not fitting in... it's just beautiful. I could listen to it on repeat for hours and still find something new in it every time."
I can tell she's not just talking about the song now. There's a weight behind her words, a connection she feels with the music that's deeper than just a casual appreciation. I don't fully get it, but I don't have to. What matters is that she does, and that's enough for me.
