Love Tangle One Shots

Meeting Them

Ryan Gray:

(Ryan's POV)

"Ryan," my boss comes over to me while I'm working a little late at night. "That other bar? Cafe? Whatever it is, it's getting too popular. Our rates our down and you are our best worker. The most popular and best worker. Ever since a new girl came over they got more popular. Find out why." He sends me off immediately while I still hold a bottle of wine.

"Sure... Uh. But... How?" I ask, but no answer.

(Your POV)

"That has got to be the worst pick up line I've heard," I laugh a little. This dude, Ryan, has been flirting with me for the last 20 minutes. I'm just trying to get paid, not be a suck up.

"But your eyes are so magnificent. Nothing prettier." He flashes a smile to me while I start another cup of coffee.

"Hm. That sounds like it was written by a 16 year old trying to ask out a cute girl." I smile while giggling. He smirks, for some reason he thinks that he'll get my number. "Generic and lame and honestly, trash." I laugh a little as his smile falters.

"You just started working here?" He asks.

"In this cafe. I worked in the same cafe, just in another country." I tell him.

"Hey, is that Streetfighter?" He asks, his attention drawn to our little arcade section.

"Yeah. And I'm off the hook for my job. Wanna play? 1 Vs 1?" I ask, putting my apron off as he races over. Immediately, I beat him at it. And I beat him at the game again. And again. And again. His face couldn't be more hilarious. I guess he thought he was good at it or something.

"Sorry I can't beat you at it any more, I gotta bounce," I leave quickly, heading to Lilac Court.

(Time Skip)

"You're that girl from the cafe!" Ryan jumps up from the couch, much to literally everyone's surprise.

"You know her?" They all ask."

"So... Can I finally have your number?" He asks me, winking.

"Sure, you can have a digit for every round you beat me in Streetfighter." I laugh as he starts to choke up a little.

Silvan Glanzschmidt:

"And that, everyone, is why you do NOT try to parkour jump from ceilings." I speak to the camera. I recently have sprained my wrist in a parkour challenge for my YouTube channel. May I mention I'm in my new room in Lilac Court. And my neighbor is a doctor. I really hope their alright with me injuring myself once a month.

"Hello?" I hear a voice as someone enters just as I turn off my camera, starting to edit.

"Oh, hi! Are you my neighbor?" I greet a straight-laced looking man. His white hair stuck straight down and his gaze is blank.

"Yes, I'd like to tell you to keep it down a little bit. You aren't the only one who lives here," he tells me, looking at my camera.

"Oh! Sorry about that! I thought you couldn't hear me. How much of that story did you hear?" I ask.

"I could only hear mumbling, but it was still quite loud and distracting." He tells me. I nod as he stands there, unmoving. I ask him why he stays there and he tells me about my party.

"They throw a party for the new people here." He explains to me while I set away my camera and leave.

"I'm (y/n), and you are..." I lead off, waiting for him to respond.

"Silvan. I'm a doctor." He tells me.

"I'm glad that you didn't hear my story then!" I laugh a little.

"Is it about the sprained wrist?" He asks and I nod a little with a small smile.

Lumiere Rousseau:

"Oh! Sorry! I was watching the sunset and I guess I didn't even see you!" I smile at the man I just bumped into. He has very long white hair with a huge smile.

"It's alright! There is absolutely nothing to apologize for! Is this your first time in Vegasus City?" He asks.

"Yeah, actually. Everything here seems so much prettier," I say, walking aimlessly around.

"Well, you can have this," he slipped a piece of paper into my pockets. I give a weird look as he walks away, not checking my pockets till he was out of sight.

"His number... Smart," I laugh a little, adding his number into my contacts.

Naoki Hozumi:

     "Dear, it took so long just to feel alright. Remember how to put back the light in my eyes. I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed. Cuz you broke all your promises. And now you're back. You're hoping to get me back," I sing out. I was chosen to sing for an art exhibit. What really catches my eye today is a piece of calligraphy. It's so beautiful.

"Running round leaving scars. Collecting your jar of hearts and tearing love apart. You're gonna catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul. So don't come back for me. Don't come back at all!" I finish, awarded with applauses.

I hop down from the small stage and work my way over to the calligraphy I admired while I sang. A man soon walks up to me and starts to talk to me about calligraphy.

"I've never done it myself. I was always bad at art. Seriously, even my stick figures looked bad," I laugh out while he gives a small smile. "I really like this art piece though. It's so pretty." I admire it a little more.

"I'm glad you like it. I made it," he tells me.

"Really? That's awesome! Well, I have to go now. I hope to see you again!" I yell out.

I did, in fact, see him again. We both live in Lilac Court. Found that out during a party they threw for me.

Nolan Zarek:

     "(Y/n) (L/n) has now given her thoughts on the latest case Nolan Zarek Jr. has taken on." The reporter says. 

     "The animals at the institute are being abused. We know that. But they aren't going to the judge to find out if animals are being abused. They're going to court because they want to see if they'll get away with it. Nolan is defending the animal abuser, and I do not stand with that. There is no way, absolutely no way, that he should be defending them." I say as the camera focuses on me. 

     After a while and a bit of debating, I get to go home. Well... Home enough. To an apartment called Lilac Court. There I am so annoyed. Nolan lives there. We make eye contact and I just stand there, frozen. 

     "(Y/n). The popstar who suddenly has debates even though she's never done anything in the field." He sneers. 

     "At least I can speak my mind and don't act like a puppet for my dad," I shoot back.