Golden (rewrite)

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Lanette's glassy, blue eyes glistened in the moonlight. His shoulders rose and sunk as he takes a deep breath. His phone rested on his left hand, a pre-typed wall of text describing how the staff (excluding you) of Motel Motel mistreated him.

All he needs to do is press 'send' and watch the chaos unfold. Even if the public found out that it's untrue, it's too late for you and Lanette's reputation will not be affected, his obsessive fans will defend him to the end.

He stands in the middle of the rooftop, letting the gentle breeze blow his long, silky hair freely. He looked at the large neon sign that reads 'Motel Motel' with such malice in his vision.

What does it have that he doesn't? He sighed and switched his view to the scenery in front of him. It's barren, a sore sight. No other buildings can be seen, only grass and a road. The male turned his head to the left, he spots a dented bus-stop sign.

Is that how you move around? How pathetic. If you weren't so stubborn, you would be travelling in a comfortable limousine.

"Strike a pose, bitch. I'm here." You yelled out from behind and slammed the door shut. It's rust made it worse to hear. Lanette watched you from the corner of his eyes.

"Language, please." His voice was emotionless and soft.

"Get to the point, what does it take for you not to ruin my life?" You march towards him, pointing at his phone. He crossed his arms and shook his head in disapproval.

"Your life is already ruined. I am merely helping you to fix it." He coldly replied and switched his view to his phone.

"What, ya' think yer in a movie or something? Love the moonlight shining on your ass as you recite your script or something?" Since his back is facing you, he couldn't see you pulling the elastic band of a slingshot back. He chuckled sadly and turned around.

"You never changed— ah!" You released the elastic band, propelling a small, heavy, soft and hairy thing onto his wrist. The object knocked his phone out of his hand.

Lanette rubbed his skin tenderly to soothe the pain, he jolted in shock when he saw what the ammo was. "死んだネズミ?! Y-you threw a dead mouse at me!?" He shuddered in disgust and distanced himself away from the carcass.

He frowned as he watches the mammal's body touch his cracked, phone screen on the ground. You snorted.

"Yeah, you claimed that you knew me well. I knew you well too! Ya' clean freak!" You pulled out another dead mouse from your pocket.

"Where did you even get those!? How unhygienic, it could have been carrying multitudes of diseases!" He scolded you as he points at it.

"From the kitchen, okay anyways, what does it take for you not to screw Motel Motel up?" You asked, threateningly holding up the carcass in the air. Lanette turned his head away in disgust.

"(Y/n), Put that down." Lanette's voice was strict, as if he's berating a child.

"I'll throw it at you!" Lanette returned his eyes on you. He's sternly glaring at you.

"Don't you dare. I've taught you to be better than this." You gagged at his parental behaviour.

Although he's the same age as you are, he taught you all of the things that should have been taught by your mother when you were a toddler (manners, other moral values, discipline, etc). He technically raised you up in high school.

"I'm not a kid anymore and I sure am not YOUR kid!" You were about to hurl it forwards but something or someone tackled you to the ground. The mouse was ripped away from your hand and thrown far away from the celebrity.