•Your POV•
The door opened widely, but in a slow pace. I froze when I saw the person. It was that one living being in this world fate always brought back together.
What was the reason? The world sure does hate me but... These events have reasons.
"Well, h-hi!" Alfred spoke. He was signaling me. I could tell that he signaled, 'Continued the radio show or both of us would be screwed!'
We both act normal, like nothing happened between us. I looked at the glass in front of the room to see Abel with a sad look. He looked at me but quickly looked away.
Alfred took note of this and had sweat on his forehead in an air conditioned room. He tightened his fists, for his palms were sweaty.
"Hello! It's a pleasure to have you here as a guest on my radio show! How are you doing today?" I asked. I mean we had a fight a while ago! I mentally face palmed myself for how stupid I acted.
"Pretty good, pretty good," He smiled, it was all part of the act.
We both looked out of the glass wall and saw Eric signaling us to shake hands, it was for the live recording in the studios' social media accounts. I was ranked #1 so I got my own live recording!
We shook hands, hesitating a bit, but we quickly pulled away.
His touch... It's so warm and soft...
I shook my head from my thoughts and continued to go with the flow.
"So, Mr. Jones, as a country and songwriter, how does it feel to have 2 top hits in one week?" I asked.
"Well, as a country, all I could think about was just me doing country business or paperwork my whole life. That changed though!"
"But, you did sing those songs. Why doesn't the industry call you a singer?"
"Well... I don't think I'm a great singer-"
"That's not true!" I interrupted. I heard him sing in the shower all the time, when we were together though. I'd stay right outside the shower door and hear him sing. He has a great voice.
I continued, "I mean... I mean that the songs sounded awesome. I believe that you could make more amazing songs..."
He blushed a dark shade of pink while I hid myself, for I had a tint of pink on my cheeks.
No! Stupid (y/n)! You have Abel!
"T-Thank you," He muttered out.
"A-Anyways! Next topic! As you know, folks, we'd be playing his songs today and I'll ask Mr. Jones some questions about it!" I said as I picked a song from a playlist "His first song's Justice Breaker! Stay positive!" I then stopped talking from the mic and the song started to play.
The song played and we sat there silent, not even bothering to make a conversation. I listened to this song not to long ago, boy was it catchy.
"I picked up a broken mask from the ground~" I silently sang along with the song, "And I placed it on my hollow self~..."
"I will tell you all these precious things~... The things that I have seen so far~" Alfred continued for me.
I gave a determined smile to him, "For example, in order to write a tear-jerking story, all you have to do is kill the kind-hearted heroine, right~?" I sang normally.
He continues, "They say that if she dies, everyone will cry and you have no dreams, too? I do not want that kind of hypocrisy, even if I realized-"
"THAT WAS JUST A PICTURE!", we sang (or shouted) in unison, "But they say that is the kind of reality that we live in today!"
We continued singing, this is what I like about him, you would just forget about the cruel world and get positive vibes.
We sang with laughter, like a theater play. It had so much life and action.
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•Author's POV•
Outside the glass wall, Abel watched the both of you. He watched at how happy both of you were. He smiled, he always wanted to see your full potential on happiness.
Do you know that feeling when you're proud and happy for a friend but just can't help that feeling of jealousy in your heart?
Abel felt that.
"Excuse me, I need to use the comfort room," He smiled and left, saying an explanation to not make anyone suspicious.
Eric smirked, "She's the one."
"So this is the dear (y/n)..." Vic said.
"This is Alfred?" Todd questioned like it was an insult. Both Eric and Vic looked at him with anger, "I-I mean they look good together!"
As the song was about to come to an end, (y/n) thought of something...
When I saw them, I told myself to smile even though I'm sad...
That changed.
To Be Continued...
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Fanfiction[COMPLETED] "A normal and fluffy fanfiction with the Hero." Or so you thought it was... Read about a story of fate, one with many adventures and twists that eventual always lead you back to the road you started with. The road with Alfred F. Jones...
