Chapter 1 | He's On My Roof

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Adrien's P.O.V

Have you ever known what it feels like to have it all? To be famous and rich? To have girls fawning over you left and right? No?

Well I'm telling you, you're not missing out on anything. At all. Fake smiles, flashing cameras and fans who think they know everything about you when they know next to nothing. It's pretentious. It's my life.

I sit on my bed. It's school tomorrow. Another day full of friends and work and teachers. I'm dreading it.

Don't get me wrong, I love my friends, but none of them know how I feel. How anxious the idea of getting up tomorrow makes me. How lonely I feel, despite being surrounded by the best people.

How sometimes, I just wish I could end it all. And I'm going to. Tonight.

***

I climb onto the roof of my house, which is quite high. If I jumped from there, there'd be a high chance of death. Which is exactly what I'm aiming for.

I shut my eyes and take a deep breath, walking to the edge of the roof. This is it. Jump.

"You're not going to jump are you?" says a voice, which immediately has me spinning round.

I turn around so fast, I lose my footing. I'm going to fall off the roof.

Luka grabs my wrist and pulls me into his chest so that I don't fall. This instantly reduces me to a pile of blushes and incoherent words.

"What are you doing on the roof so late?" he demands.

I look down.

"It's none of your business," I say, eyes glued to the ground (well, rooftop really 😂).

"Oh my God," he says as it dawns on him, "you really were going to jump, weren't you?"

Luka looks horrified.

I look him in the eyes, silently confirming yes.

Luka looks incredulous.

"But why? You have it perfect," he states.

That's the mistake that everyone makes. You have it perfect. I don't have it perfect. I don't need it perfect. It doesn't matter.

It's how pretentious my life is, how I don't control it.

"I don't," I say simply.

Luka sits on the roof.

"Would you like to talk about it?" he asks softly.

I nod, sitting down aswell. It's dark outside and the stars are glittering.

I stay silent for a long time.

"I have anxiety," I tell him coolly.

His demeanor changes instantly. I can tell he's surprised but he doesn't say anything.

"I got clinically diagnosed with it 5 years ago, actually. Sometimes I'd just loose the ability to breathe, worrying about things. They suggested I go to a therapist," I say.

"Did you?" Luka asks.

"No. My father didn't want to acknowledge the fact that he had a fucked-up son so he never made the effort to take me to one."

He conceals his shock very poorly.

"I grew up constantly worried, and I had no way to deal with the stress. So... I decided to block it out. But you know what happens when things are put under pressure. They crack," I say sadly.

The tears start falling as soon as a finish. Luka holds me tight.

When my eyes are finally dry, I look at Luka.

"What about you? You're just known as Juleka's brother at school. No one gets to know you. What is your life really like? How's Sixth Form?"

Luka sighs, and my heart goes out to the blue haired boy.

"My dad died about 6, almost 7 years ago. I was only 12. My mother and I were never that close, not as close as me and my father. When he died, our relationship went from idle to bad.

Sometimes I get one little thing wrong and she's screaming at me for hours on end. If I have perfect grades, she rolls her eyes. If I have bad grades, she yells at me. If I have average grades, she tells me I'll never be special.

Sometimes she... "

Luka trails off. It's clear he's uncomfortable.

Then he smiles,"No one's ever asked me about my life before."

"Give me your phone," I demand.

He does so, looking at me curiously.

I put my number in and save myself as 'Adrien the Legend 😎😎', which makes him chuckle when I give him back his phone.

"If you ever want to rant about your life, I'm here," I smile.

"Thanks, man. I need to go now," he says, somehow climbing off the roof without dying.

And just as quick as he was here, he was gone.

A/N: don't ask me why the fuck Luka was on the roof bc honestly idk

Luka was originally meant to be Chat Noir but then I saw some Lukadrien drawings and I was sold. So that explains the roof part.

Ik that Luka being on the roof doesn't make any sense but it's a Fanfic, so chill 😂

Phew, okay thats out 😂😂

Q: What's your hobbie, if you have one, and if you don't what to you do with your life?

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