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Chloe
Tuesday 14          8:40 PM

-CHLOEEEEEEE!!!

Never in my life have I ran as fast as I just did. I was searching for a taxi and saw that familial redhead fluff running my way. I didn't think twice and left my suitcases and hand bag who fell at the moment my hand left the handel. Everything want so slowly. I felt in a movie where two people finally reunite after a long time. The only one I saw was her, running towards me her arms stretches, welcoming me.

The moment we collided is one I will never forget in my entire life. I missed her, I missed her warmth, I missed her voice. And that smell... She would always use that coconut shower gel and, looks like she haven't changed... It makes me happy, to know that she is still the same, that I still have a pillar on which I could always count. I tightened my grip on her even more, refusing to let her go. I left her once but now I'm not doing the same error again. She squeezed back and we were just there, in the middle of hundreds of people, hugging like we didn't see each other for an eternity. 

I needed to hold on to those tears threatening to fall on my cheeks and wet her beautiful aqua shirt. But that one tear, it escaped my grip and still made it to the oust side world. What an adventure it is throwing itself into...

I pulled away, wanting to look at her again. She grew up... I guess everyone has. She looks less childish, and more like a mature, independent woman. I smiled at her, a smile that wasn't fake. And she returned that smile, revealing her white teeth, perfectly aligned. And then for no reason, I laughed. Just because I needed to, I wanted to laugh for the first time since I saw Marinette fall from the stairs two years ago. She started laughing to and when we stopped, she just gives me a box. She gave a look encouraging me to open it, and I could see so much admiration... Admiration I don't deserve...

My curiosity getting the better at me, I pulled the cover of the shoe box. And what it revealed to me made the smile already on my face grow wider and wider. Inside, we're a bunch of photos piled up into one big mess, but not any photos, those were the photos we had TOGETHER. I could recall every single one of them. I looked at the redhead in front of me with a look of disbelief, happiness and a point of nostalgia. She really thought this out didn't she? And I didn't event think that she would come... I doubted her again didn't I?

Luka
Tuesday 14          5:37 PM

He was just standing there, in the middle of the mess he made, his thoughts submerging his head. He was just staring blankly at that letter she gave him earlier just before getting out of the house and slamming the door behind her, only sign of her disappearance.

Blank, is the only word that could really describe the form his face features took to create the facal expression he had. No emotion was seen. No one, not even the strongest among the human world could try to even read or guess the feelings that caused that mixture of emotions on his face. The only rift within that expression, the door to his feelings, was his eyes. Deep inside of them, in those intense orbs that contain the most splendid, beautiful and yet scariest ocean, you could see a glimpse of what he felt, just a tiny bit of the damage that the storm of his unresting thoughts made to him. All of that to say that he was lost. He didn't know where to start in the preparation of this friking party! I mean how was he supposed to do something if all that Alya did is just throw that list on his chest and slam the door on his face? Even after reading and rereading the sentences written on that peace of paper, in his mind, it was like the words just flew right out of his ears.

Welp, he said to himself, if Alya isn't helping me, than I better find someone else, someone that is actually GOING to help.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and started scrolling through his contacts. When he found the series of numbers he was so used to see with the name he attributed to it, he clicked on it and was finally calling his sister. She responded soon and her voice was heard from the small device's speaker.

-Hello? Yes Luka?

-Hey Jul! I was actually wondering if you were free right now?

-Why? She said with an amused voice.

-Look I- Alya just left me here and I'm having trouble with setting the party.

There was a blank moment for seconds that felt like hours to Luka and then a muffed laughter was heard. Already skeptical, the bluet knew what was going to happen now...

-So you're telling me you can't set a party alone?

He growled though the phone, showing his sister his weariness.

- Yes, yes I am. Could now please come, I need your help..

He said with an annoyed voice, but still tried to conceal it so that the girl on the other side of the phone wouldn't decide to leave him on his own.

-Ok. I'm with Rose and Mari right now. I'm coming with Rose since Marinette is preparing the cake and all of that.. See you later!

-Juleka wait I need to tell you- She hung up..

This wasn't unusual or him, in fact, Luka was now used to his sister hanging up the phone or just going back to what she was doing when they were talking. When she felt like the conversation was over for and that nothing needs to be added, she would just leave. It could become really annoying to the bluet sometimes, even if it wasn't that big of a deal anymore. His mother always used to yell at her when she was younger about it, but now, all the Couffaine family was used to it. Juleka never finishes a conversation.

-Welp, let's get started! I'll clean up this mess first.

He leaned forward to pick up a napkin on the floor but strands of his blue hair fell on his eyes, bothering his eyesight. He looked around him and found a hair clip not far from where he was standing. He reached for it and once the rebellious strands were held together, unable to fall again, he was ready to start the cleaning. For real this time.

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Hey there!

New chapter agin and sorry for taking so long.. It's really not supposed to take that much time to make