one shots ¥ lcs

02. sunlight sonata - perkz

Luka had a plan, a very meticulously laid out plan. He's had a crush on his close friend, Y/n for a while now. He didn't know how to tell her at first. But, with the help of Zven, he figured out a plan.

He'd been practicing the plan for a little over a month now, and had finally decided that he should follow through with it.

For Y/n, this was any other day. She had gotten up around 10, and decided to make some waffles for herself. She never ate a lot for breakfast, and just opted for something simple. So, she selected a waffle with strawberries and whipped cream. she basically was pulling a Leslie Knope. Speaking of Parks and Recreation, she had been meaning to text Perkz.

They were suppose to finish season 3 today at her house. She was extremely excited, not only because she loved Parks and Recreation, but because she liked being around her close friend Luka. He was always a fun spirit, and was extremely laid back. He just brought a happy atmosphere, and Y/n was glad to be apart of it.

She grabbed her phone, looking for Luka's contact information. She quickly shot him a text while popping a piece of her waffle in her mouth. She savored the gooey treat. It was so good she was practically foaming at the mouth.

She got a reply back almost instantaneously.

Y/n
Hey, we tackling s3 today?

Luka
For sure, when do you want me over?

Y/n
Do you have scrims today?

Luka
No, today's an off day.

Y/n
Oh! Okay, how about 12 then? :)

Luka

Alright, be there.

Y/n smiled to herself, finishing off the rest of her waffle before hopping into the shower. She rinsed her hair with shampoo, ad then let the conditioner soak in her hair. While she left it to soak, she quickly washed her body. She dried herself and her hair off, applying a face mask after.

On the other hand, Luka was trying to figure out what to wear. Today was the day.  He wanted to look good, but not too good. He had to be casual, but dashing. He sighed, giving up on trying to do it himself. He knew Zven had a good taste in style so he yelled for his Danish friend.

Witihin a minute, Zven was at Luka's peck and goddamn call. The duo went though the poor 18 year old's closet, cracking jokes along the way.

"What is this?!" Zven demanded, crinkling his nose. Luka blushed in embarrassment.

"It's a sweater my mom got for me." He told him, his thick Croatian accent mingling itself between his words. Zven shook his head, discarding the garment and throwing it on the boy's bed.

"Next one," He called, pulling out a simple, but fitted black top. Zven let out a noise of appreciation, and then looked at Luka. He held the top up to the much shorter man, before handing it to him.

"Wear this top, with some dark jeans, and then just some standard trainers." He told him, grinning. Luka nodded, smiling in appreciation.

"Thanks," He told the older man, pulling the shirt off of the hanger. Zven nodded, waving him off with a flick of his hand.

"Don't mention it, just get the girl." He gave him a sly wink before leaving. Luka's blush only worsened at the thought of actually being with Y/n. He looked at he time, seeing that it was only 11. He took a quick shower, making sure that he smelled amazing. He walked out smelling like teakwood and mint.