You had just moved to Paris from Brooklyn and were part of a very successful masked band. While in Paris you meet Luka, a blue haired, kind, and cute boy. You grow closer than just friends.
An itty bitty B99 crossover
!WARNING! This story contains t...
banIt was finally the day that I was going on my date with Luka. That's so weird to think about, I'm actually going on a date with him! I searched through my closet for a decent outfit while Heathen sat on a stack of post it notes, sippin on siracha.
"Green or red bandana?" I asked Heathen.
"Mother fucker how am I supposed to know?! Why do human girls always need to look "amazing" when they go on a date, he wouldn't have asked you if he didn't like how you looked."
"It's called self confidence HEATHEN! PICK A GODDAM COLOUR!"
"RED DAMMIT!"
"Thankyou."
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(Bandana style 1)
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(bandana style 2)
(and any outfit you want!)
Heathen dropped into my pocket and I left. I went to the park where I was meeting Luka.
"Hey Luka!"
"Hey! You look nice." My face went red.
"Thanks! "
We walked around the park for a bit and found Andrè Glacier's ice-cream cart.
"Ah! I know just the flavours for you two!" Andrè said in a thick Italian accent.
"You do?"
"Chocolate, mint and a touch of strawberry! For a girl from Brooklyn and a boy from Paris."
"Wait how do you know that?"
We got a couple of spoons and sat on a bench. A swarm of pigeons flew over the Louvre.
"Ah shit, sorry I forgot I said I'd help my dad... move some things out of the garage. Is it ok if I go do that quickly?"
"Of course."
"Thank you so much, I'll be right back."
"I'll be right here."
I ran into an alley and Heathen flew out of my pocket.
