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pls don't be too harsh on my grammar I'm only a freshman and I wrote this whole thing in like and hour or 2
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It was August 1st, a hot night in Adrien's opinion, but Alya didn't seem to notice, or she just didn't mind a little extra heat. She wore the long sleeve, cashemere sweater that Adrien got her because she knew he loved it. However, in this moment, he hated it. It took everything in his weak body to not start bawling his green eyes out. Tears dripped out of Alya's as she said "I have to leave soon, you know."

"I know" Adrien stated morosely, hesitantly. His eyes stayed on the swing as she stood from it. He watched dejectedly as I swung back and forth without the force of a person.

"Are we going to say goodbye or..." Alya cut herself off, not sure of what to say next that could possibly revive the moment. Adrien kept his eyes on the swing and his jaw locked. He didn't trust himself to speak or even look at her. He wanted to hug her, feel the cashmere on his face once more, but then he wouldn't be able to stop. He wanted to say goodbye in the most sincere way he could, but he was never good with words, they didn't work well with him and the word itself was too much for him.

Instead Adrien went with "Do you want me to walk you home"

"I would love you too, but you know my parents don't- aren't very fawn of you."

"Ok." The word struggled out. He knew the word was a lie but he was used to it. The word never had any meaning. After all of the times he's used it carelessly, the word has become useless, just as he felt.

In his swarm of thoughts he barely heard her walk away. Once the clicking of her heels was heard, he finally snapped his head from the swing in time to catch her look back again and flash him the smile she knew he loved. He almost smiled back, one side of his lip lifting just a bit, but eventually sided against trying. 'What's the point' he thought.

And with that, she was gone. Her smile was no longer in his hands. Her voice no longer his his head. Her picture no longer in his frames. All because of some stupid words written on her wrist.

"I like your sick beats!" Hers said

"What?" His read.

They could match, this conversation could happen, but it didn't. Adrien never remembered much, but he knew that those were not the first words said to each other, so they could never be soulmates.

Alya loved teasing Adrien on his soulmates first words to him. "You're going to be partnered with some old lady who forgets to turn her hearing aid on and has you make her oatmeal every morning" Alya finished her statement by sticking her tongue out at him.

"You ask me to make you oatmeal every morning" Adrien would reply and ruffle her fiery red hair.

"What?" She would scream back and they would break out in a fit of laughter.

Adrien somberly walked home, thinking of these memories, back when they didn't worry about the fact that they aren't meant for each other- or at least she didn't worry. He did a whole lot of that. Maybe she was worrying, but decided not to bring it up. Either way, Adrien definitely worried a lot. He knew it wouldn't work, but he decided not to address it- that maybe if he stopped thinking and started living, it would hurt less. He was wrong.

When they rounded to be 17, Alya'a mom decided enough was enough. She gave her one more shortly lived year before she would be hauling her off to London to find her soulmate and start college. The blogger of course was not happy. She didn't want to leave her 'hot blonde with a great bod' -as she would constantly describe the model- nor did she want to find an actual career. She knew blogging didn't get her any money, but she was fine with working at McDonalds or something in the day time. It didn't matter though. Why would her opinion ever matter when it came to her life?

And so they spent that year to the fullest. It was rumored that Alya moved in with Adrien for that time, but no one truly knew except them. No one really knew much about the two except for the duo themselves. They were the best of friends, always having each other's back-except for that year. Alya pretended to not see Adrien slowly getting sadder with each day to pass, just as he pretended not see her smile slowly slipping to a frown, inch by inch each day.

It didn't matter though, not a single bit of it. Their whole lives up to that point were soon forgotten as the years went by. Soon Adrien was 21, legally able to drink. Were he 21 the year Alya left, the age may have mattered, but at this point, it didn't. He's forgotten about the red headed girl- or at least tried. Two months after not hearing about her, he moved on to another girl, then another, and other, until he has 'dated' every girl on campus at his new college. In other words, the sweet blonde has become your average fuck boy. Alya too hit 21 soon, but she didn't care either. The blogger moves on quite well actually. She found her soul mate a month upon her arrive and was in a dorm with a girl she deemed 'very cool and hot' who soon became her best friend. She too never heard from Adrien since she left, but she never went looking.

Everything was as ok as it could be for the pair, until a surprise vacation was planned to the last place Alya would want to visit.
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I feel like Tana Mongeau's vlog channel because she used to post a lot, then she stopped, and now she posts a vlog everyday

THATS RIGHT, COME ON TEAM LETS WIN TONIGHT.

Oops, those are the words to a cheer

I think what I meant was THATS RIGHT YA GIRL IS BACK WITH A NEW STORY AND IS HOPING TO UPDATE EVERY WEEK. I want to say everyday but ik that won't happen and I don't want to disappoint.
Anyways, you know the drill, please like and leave a comment if you have one and if you could recommend this story to your friends that would be great because ik a lot of my followers are inactive after my very long hiatus.

And this will be an aadrienette story but it's starting out as an alyian(?!) but I promise there's a method to my madness

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PLEASE SPREAD MY STORY LIKE STDS, I NEED MORE VIEWS SO I FEEL ENCOURAGED TO KEEP WRITING!!