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I parked the car and looked at the marvellous structure. The music was booming, expensive cars were lined, cameras were flashing. I picked up the leather jacket I had in my car for occasions like these. Pro tip if you're a celebrity or just anyone; always keep a jacket or something of that sort in your car it'll make life easier for ya because all it will take to transform your look will be a jacket, believe me.

After checking myself out in the rear view mirror and deciding that I look handsome enough, it was time to step out.

The moment I was a few blocks away from the entrance, a huge group of paparazzi came towards me with their large cameras, I had to pose for them, bringing the fake smiles and smirks back in the game. I waved one final goodbye before walking inside the club.

There were so many other celebrities, ones that were legends and my heroes. For a moment I felt conscious of my simple attire but then just a few minute later I realised that I didn't give a shit.

"What an alluring parfum~" I heard someone say before I froze on my spot and flinched. No matter how many times I see Ichiya, he scares me every time. I feel that I'm such a bad human for saying that. The first rule of being human is not to judge others based on their appearances. It's their values, thoughts and words we should judge them upon. I mean, here I am considered one of the most handsome men to exist but from the inside I'm disgusting, repulsive and thrashed.

"Ichiya." I say as I turn towards him and look down at him.

"Oh men~ I haven't sawn your beautiful face in almost forever Jellal. The last time I saw you was at the launching party of our collaboration albums and that was five years ago. The last time I smelt your parfum~." Ichiya said while twirling around and snapping his fingers.

"Yeah it's been a while. How're Hibiki, Ren and Eve doing? I heard that your band Parfum has started topping the charts after you decided to be their manager rather than lead vocalist, congratulations." I pass him a small smile. When can I be done with this small talk? I miss my alcohol.

"Ahh yes. It appeared to me as if my beauty and parfum were too much for the people to handle. They'd faint right after I sang the first verse." Ichiya gushed as he squished his face between his palms, a light blush appearing on his face.

"Uh...cool m-man." I managed to say, this was getting to awkward for my liking.

"Say Jellal, last time you brought a beautiful woman to my party. Oh my! Her parfum was of strawberries and cakes. She was delightfully gorgeous. Why isn't she here with you today? Was it a one-day deal like the rest of your ladies? If it was then let me tell you I am more than interested in her. What was her name again? Was it-" I cut him off.

"She isn't here with me today. We broke up. I'm heading to the bar." I coldly replied while walking away from him. She was the reason I came to this dumb party anyway, to forget about her. Why is everyone so keen on her?

Does that loser think he has a chance with her. Never. I'm not gonna let that happen. No way. I approached the bar and sat down on the stool. "Gimme a Long Island." I ordered him.

He nodded and began to prepare my remedy, my cure.

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Yo kids.
How are you all?
How's your day going?

Does anyone have an obsession with
thunderstorms like I do?

I just love the rain
and the lighting
and the thunder
and the hail.

Oh and remember to
celebrate every tiny victory.