𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖊 {𝖑𝖚𝖎 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗}

000.05 {white mustang}

(please listen)

A male in a white fur coat walked out of his limousine. Thousands of cameras flashed as he walked out, attempting to catch a picture of the male doing something scandalous. A (H/C)-haired girl walked out of a limousine opposite of the male's, getting the same treatment from the paparazzi. She held up her hand to block the flashes. Questions about each other were thrown. She avoided them, he merely glared at the paparazzi who asked the questions. They both walked into the venue, not expecting anything. 

Anything but someone that they used to love.

The girl stepped on to the red carpet, waving coolly at the photographers. She turned around and showed off the low back of her dress. The male stomped gently on to the carpet, not bothering to pose for the photographers.  A  woman with a microphone ran instinctively up to the male, attempting to get an interview. 

"Lui! Lui! Could I have a quick interview?" The woman asked. Lui glared and turned to his adviser, who nodded in  approval. 

"'Right. Ask away." He said reluctantly, and the woman smiled. 

"Alright. How do you feel about (Y/N) (L/N) being here?" She asked. Lui's eyes widened. 

"S-she's here?" Lui stuttered for once in his life. 

"Yes, you didn't know?" The interviewer asked innocently. 

"No." He answered calmly. 

"So, how do you feel about that?" The woman asked.

"I dunno." Lui responded. The interviewer smirked. 

"Well, we know you haven't seen her in a while. I mean, not since that awkward interveiw with Zac and the rest." The woman said coyly, obviously trying to spark controversy. 

"Yeah, haven't really talked to her..." He trailed off. 

"Well, this is turning awkward, so I'll let you go. Nice talking to you!" The interviewer said kindly. 

"You too." Lui said quickly before walking away. His violet eyes darted around, trying to catch a glimpse of his lost love. A familiar head of (H/C) hair could be seen gliding into the venue itself. The baby-blue haired male ran into the venue, not bothering to stop for pictures. He followed you to where you sat. You felt a familiar presence.

"Hello, Lui."