a/n:

the outfit is on the second part of the story like last time

not proofread as usual

"Heard that you didn't wanna go on a date with me."

Quirking a delicate brow, I looked up from my phone and saw Chat standing on my balcony. I rolled my eyes and scoffed at him, irritated at how he thinks he owns this place. "There are things called privacy. Clearly you don't respect that."

He let out a laugh and looked away, resting his arms on the ledge as he stared at the sunset. "You're going to put that in your blog, aren't you?"

I cocked my head to the side, then my shoulders tensed as I remembered the blog. How could I forget about that, especially now when Chat wants to befriend me?

"Maybe, maybe not. Who knows?" I shrugged my shoulders even though he wouldn't see. I noticed that it wasn't dark yet. The sky is filled with bright colors blended beautifully just like a painting. Life truly imitates art.

I walked towards the balcony and stood next to Chat, watching the sun slowly settle on the horizon. "You're awfully early....and quiet."

He breathed in, still not giving me a glance. "I figured that I really can't change what people think of me."

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked, knowing well that it's about me and my unresolved issues with him.

I don't really hate him.....I mean not anymore－and it's not like I have some major anger issues bottled inside of me. I was just jealous. Stupid, I know.

He hummed, finally looking at you. "Of course it is! I have lived my whole life caring about my image. How I look, how I act....I'm a mo－"

"Well stop caring!" I interrupted him quickly. "Why should you care about what people think? At the end of the day, it's still your voice that's louder than the rest."

The sun finally sets and a thick blanket of silence embraced the two of us. Chat stared off to somewhere and I did the same with a pout resting on my lips. I heaved out a sigh, lips slightly trembling as the cold air finally settles in.

"Look, I know this sounds narcissistic but I know you're talking about me," I stared at him with piercing eyes, demanding for him to do the same but he didn't.

"The best solution for this is that you stay away from me. I didn't want to get tangled up in your shit in the first place." His shoulders slumped and he tugged on his lower lip as I said those words that would break our friendship? Are we even close to being friends???

"It was nice though. Spending time with you for a little while."

I walked away from him, leaving him alone in the balcony and softly shutting the door made out of glass. That's when he finally looked at me, feigning hurt and confusion depsite the mask hiding it.

My lips twitched into a genuine (yet small) smile then waving him goodbye. He returned the smile that I gave him and jumped off the balcony's ledge, disappearing into the night.

I took my violin off its case and started practicing, clearing my mind off from Chat. Halfway on a piece required for us to perfect, my phone 'dinged' and I sighed as soon as I saw who the message came from. Putting the instrument down, I grabbed the phone and replied.

adrien: i told him already
hope he didn't bother you anymore

you: hmm thanks....i guess
he still came to my house tho

adrien: really?
ofc i would :( | erased
what did he say?

you: none of your business
gucci boy 😀

adrien: gucci boy???
where did that come fromfhsjhf

you: somewhere
look,,,, im kinda busy

adrien: about what?
maybe i can help

you: yeah
go help me play the violin😒
oh !! that reminds me
im going to give you back your umbrella tom

adrien: oh you can keep it

you: what if i dont want to

adrien: you don't want free umbrellas?

you: free food is better

adrien: that is true
oh i gtg
dinner's ready
seen

adrien: you did NOT just leave me on read young lady
seen

adrien: this woman....
seen

I bit my lip as I tried to suppress a grin, turning the phone off and going back to practicing the violin. After a few moments of ignoring the odd feeling bubbling inside me, I finally gave in and stopped practicing, carefully setting the instrument aside and flopping onto the soft mattress.

I looked at the black umbrella sitting on the basket filled with my own, contemplating whether I should give it back. My mind went back to Chat, making me groan and pull my hair out of frustration. My life is so messy nowadays I can't even keep up.

Maybe I should make my own show like the Kardashians.

"Yeah, if I'm rich." I whispered to myself then snorted at how pathetic I can get.

Finally, dinnertime came and mom called for us. I was delighted to see (your favorite food) on the table, it's my favorite after all. I immediately made my way towards my usual seat and dug in, serving myself some delicious food that our mom probably cooked.

It's like a breath of fresh air. A change of scenery and environment. Being surrounded with people other than my classmates truly felt nice. It's not like I hate them, there are just times when I want to separate myself from them and decompress. It's like my social meter runs out and I'm just left standing there with a blank face.

"So, how was school today?" Dad asked and Alya was quick to tell hers. I didn't mind, nothing happened to me that was quite interesting.

Everyone was now done with eating their dinner and it was my turn to wash the dishes. I removed all the leftovers and threw them in the trash. While I was soaking the plates with water and soap, mom nudged my arm and asked, "How about you, (Y/N)? Had anything fun happen to you lately?"

Nora was done sharing her wrestling stories and the twins talked all throughout the evening. Dad got to rant about his infuriating boss and mom spent the whole dinner laughing and comforting her husband.

I shook my head and shrugged, giving her a smile as I rinsed the flatware, "Nothing much. Just school and boring paperworks."

Mom raised an eyebrow, not believing my terrible excuse, "Really? No boys or girls?"

I tugged on my lower lip as I remembered the flurry of events that happened in the past couple of weeks. Chat, Adrien, Marinette.....oh god. Marinette....

I mustered up a toothy grin , feigning innocence and hoping that mom would drop the topic soon. "No, nothing. No boys nor girls. Just.....school."

－

I reached the theatre way before it opens so I waited on the park nearby, basking on the intense heat that the sun was providing. It's almost 9am and it looked like Mrs. Hazel and the rest of the staff were running late. I grabbed the cold banana milk that I brought with me, drinking from it and sat on the bench patiently, legs bouncing in every second or so.

I was browsing through my phone when I heard someone call out my name. Looking up, I immediately sighed as the area were now flooded with cameramen and studio equipment.

A photoshoot.

"Hi, (Y/N)! What brings you here?" Adrien asked as he took the seat beside me. "Why did you choose this area? It's really hot." he added while squinting his eyes and using his hands as a protective shield from the sun.

I cocked my head to the side and gave him a look, one mixed with disbelief and confusion. "Why did you sit here then? I didn't ask you to take the seat beside me."

Adrien clicked his tongue and nodded with a smile plastered on his lips, "Good point."

He then eyed the violin case that I was clutching on my hand. He pointed at it then raised an eyebrow, "Classes?"

I shook my head and pouted as your left leg bounced up and down again, "No....I wish it was though. I'm auditioning for first chair. My mentor said that I was ready and I'm stupid enough to actually believe her."

"Don't say that! I'm sure you got this one right on the head!" Adrien cheered and I chuckled at his choice of words.

"Really? Right on the head?" I quirked a delicate brow and mimicked him, making him laugh as well. He nodded and raised his hand, giving me a thumbs up.

The director of the photoshoot called for him, telling him that they're about to start. Shoulders slumping, he pouted and heaved out a sigh, "That's my cue. You're going to do great (Y/N), trust me."

"You're gonna do great too, gucci boy."

He chuckled at the nickname and walked towards the staff with a little bit of spring on his step. I shook my head and looked back at the threatre, taking in a deep breath for the doors are now open. Auditions will commence.

Glancing back at Adrien who was conveniently staring right back at me, he gave me a smile and another 'thumbs up.' I nodded back at him and approached the establishment with a violin on my grasp, no longer nervous.

Let's hope that gucci boy is right.

a/n:

hi!!!

i can't believe that i was able to publish this despite the online classes.

thanks for all the love and support that this book receives. i really can't believe that people are actually willing to read my shitty works fjsjfks

anyway,,,, you and chat's dynamic is going haywire and it wont get fixed soon hehe

but !!

you and adrien's dynamic is slowly improving ;))

lmao btw i added pics for your outfit cause like,, i saved way too many outfit inspos and i just wanna make an excuse for myself

"it's okay...you're doing it for your story....you're not ruining your phone's storage"

did y'all like the new cover 🥺🥺