The Identity Problem •Luka x Reader x Adrien•

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"I would never leave you because of something stupid like that."

Chat put a hand up to cup my cheek, a melancholy smile resting against his mouth.

"I intend to stick around even if we have to stay friends. Besides, I'm a pretty convincing cat if I do say so myself. I'll win ya over eventually."

The tension released from my shoulders a bit at the confirmation that we were okay.

"Friends?"

"Always but I'll be here when you come back around."

He smirked at me, wrapping his pinky around mine, and shaking it. And the anxiety began to clear from my head. It was silent for a second as our hands parted from one another and we kept our thoughts to ourselves. An awkward tension lingers.

"Can we still snuggle though?"

The first thing I did when I made it to school in the morning was make a beeline to the music room. Mr. Laurent had made it clear that I was allowed to borrow any of the instruments in the room during school time, and I intended on using that golden ticket. Especially with the live performance on 'Side by Side'. My free time leading up to the meeting last night has mostly been spent brainstorming lyrics for the next album or on a call with production. Now I'm kicking it into overdrive for the show.

It took a second of hesitation before I walked into the music room. The door creaked open like last time. The desks and chairs were put back in place since yesterday's auditions.

"Hello? Mr. Laurent?"

I was met with silence, opting to scan the room for a spare guitar. The gold guitar from my first meeting with Mr. Laurent sat on the stand next to his desk. But I couldn't bring myself to use it so I ended up picking an older guitar in the back corner hanging against the wall. Shrugging my winter coat off I began plopped down into one of the basic desk chairs and sat cross-legged. Rather than lounging back into a bean bag or curling up on top of a stool. I popped my notebook open in front of me to read and write changes to the composition. The last thing I did before immersing myself in the music was shoot Nathaniel a text to tell him I was in the music room. I still needed to answer his questions today, most likely in the back corner of the library during our lunch period.

Tuning the guitar was easy, it was used recently. Strumming a few notes I had been stringing together into a chorus. After Chat left the night before I woke up in the middle of the night with inspiration. My creativity always comes in bursts, recently I've had a lot to write about with the theme of our album. 'Love and Heartbreak' wasn't my first choice of a concept but I guess it was the right one because recently I had a lot of material.

I plucked at the first few chords with a pic I found on the ground next to my chair. C, AM, and EM. I repeated the mantra of the notes string sentences together in hopes of making some lyrics, writing it down like vomit on the page.

The song I wrote about Trevor was fiery, burning hot like the feelings he induced. If this was betrayal and heartache. Then Chats was yearning heartache, like a bleeding wound. The feeling of wanting what you can't have.

'I wonder if this is how Trevor felt.'

Pushing past the thought I started to hum a melody, adding in D and G chords. Right as I was about to attempt to test a few lyrics, the door swung open to the room, a gust of wind traveling in with it. I glanced up and paused strumming.

Mr. Laurent gilded inside with Mr. Soleil not far behind, both with matching steaming cups of what I assumed was coffee. The blonde pouted when he noticed the music ceased, leaning his head back in exasperation.