Luna's POV
I was in my own world, ignoring reality. I don't know
how long I've been painting but I have. It's the only thing that's been keeping me calm and kept together. I have my sad music playing in the background. Maybe I should've taken that job in London, I would've saved myself from this feeling. "Luna?" I heard a voice from outside my door. I sighed and looked at my white door, not wanting any sympathy from my friends. "Yes?" I replied, "can I come in?" I heard. I shrugged my shoulders, "sure" I answered. I didn't bothering looking at who came in, i just continued to analyze my artwork. "How you holding up?" Edwin asked me, I shrugged my shoulders once again. A thing I've been doing for days. I heard him sigh and step next to me. I felt his eyes on me, I closed mine and took a deep breath. "How would you feel if your boyfriend cheated on you with some underage wannabe singer and belly dancer on tiktok?" I asked, instantly feeling bad. I looked down and looked back at my best friend. "Sorry" I added, I felt him bring me into a side hug. "Want me to kick his ass?" He said looking down at me. I smiled, "I don't think Simon would appreciate you beating your bandmate" I replied. He laughed, "yeah you right" he said. He brought over my stool and sat next to me. "You did all of these in the matter of three days?" He asked, looking through my pile of paintings. "It's what happens when you break an artists heart" I replied. I knew he didn't know what to say, so he nodded his head. I mean I don't blame him. What do you say to your childhood best friend who got her heart broken from his bandmate? I continued to paint, adding the finishing touches. I heard whispers from the outside of my door and my floor had creaked just a bit. I smiled to myself, "come in boys" I said loud enough for them to hear. I heard my door knob turn and footsteps coming into the room. "How'd you know we were here?" Brandon asked, earning some "yeahs" from the guys. I turned to them, "you weren't very quiet" I said looking at them. They smiled, looking at each other before bursting into a fit of laughter. "Oh shit, these are dope" Austin said looking over Edwins shoulder. Austin and I loved to do art projects with each other. Eventually, Austin had set up his easel he left here and began to paint with me. The boys had gone out to get dinner for us. "Since the guys are gone, you wanna tell me how you actually feel?" Austin asked me. I looked at him, "doesn't my art show the hurt I feel?" I replied to him. I took a glance at them and sighed. "Artist to artist, I can see how broken you are. You've been using blacks, whites, and blues in your paintings." He said to me. I nodded my head and put my brush down. "How could he do that? I mean I stayed in LA for him, I turned down my job offer for him." I said sitting down on the stool. I looked up at Austin, he was about to say something when the boys walked in. "You haven't been on Instagram have you?" Nick walked in holding his phone. I shook my head and stood up. Edwin and Brandon set the food and drinks down on the desk. I walked over to my phone and went onto the app. I noticed how I was being mentioned in a post. I clicked on the post and it brought me to Mariah's post. It was a pictured of her and Zion, him kissing her cheek. The caption saying, "my boyfriend is the best" I rolled my eyes and scrolled through the comments. Almost all of them were saying how I deserved better, Zion is stupid, and how she ruined a relationship. I exited out of the app and placed my phone down. I closed my eyes, letting out a shaky breath. I turned to face the guys and they all held a sad face. I smiled and waved my hand at them, "nope, don't feel bad for me. Let's eat and listen to your unreleased music" I said walking over to the food. They smiled and began to get their food out. Brandon connected his phone to my speaker and began to play their music.
(As promised, here is the new story! I hope you guys enjoy this one. It took me days to come up with the plot and plan it out lmao)
