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๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–๏ผŽ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐‚๐š๐ง ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐“๐š๐ฅ๐ค, ๐€๐ง๐ ๐ˆ'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐’๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐€๐ญ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก

๐‚๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐ˆ๐“ ๐–๐‡๐€๐“ ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐–๐€๐๐“ !
๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿช๏ผŒ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐—„, ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–จ'๐—…๐—… ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ ๐–บ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—๐—
๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐–ผ๐—‚๐–บ๐—… ๐—†๐–พ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–บ ๐—‘ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—… ๐—…๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ




















































๐’๐Ž๐‚๐ˆ๐€๐‹ ๐Œ๐„๐ƒ๐ˆ๐€ . . .

๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ข๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐๐ž ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ !

โ™ฅ ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐ฆ๐š๐๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐›๐ข๐ž๐›๐ž๐ซ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐Ÿ”,๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–,๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’ ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๏ผŽ
๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ข๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐๐žย  ย ย  ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐—„, ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–จ'๐—…๐—… ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ ๐–บ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—๐— ๐Ÿ’—

๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ฐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ...

๐š๐ซ๐ข๐š๐ง๐š๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐๐žย  ย ย  ๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
ย ย  โคฟย ย  ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ข๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐๐ž ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐š๐ซ๐ข๐š๐ง๐š๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐๐ž ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐— !

๐๐š๐ฉ๐ก๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌย  ย ย  ๐—‚๐—'๐—Œ ๐—€๐—‚๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ผ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—๐—’ ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐–บ๐—…๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐—
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
ย ย  โคฟย ย  ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ข๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐๐žย  ย ย  learnt it from u ๐Ÿ’‹
ย  ย  ย  ย  ๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’

๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย  ย ย  ๐–ฎ๐–ช๐– ๐–ธ ๐–ค๐–ต๐–ค๐–ฑ๐–ธ๐–ฎ๐–ญ๐–ค ๐–ข๐– ๐–ซ๐–ฌ ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค ๐–ฅ๐–ด๐–ข๐–ช ๐–ฃ๐–ฎ๐–ถ๐–ญ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
ย ย  โคฟย ย  ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย  ย ย  ๐–ญ๐–ฎ ๐–ก๐–จ๐–ณ๐–ข๐–ง ๐–จ๐–ฌ ๐–ฅ๐–ฑ๐–ค๐– ๐–ช๐–จ๐–ญ๐–ฆ
ย  ย  ย  ย  ๐–ฎ๐–ด๐–ณ ๐–ข๐–ด๐–น ๐–ฌ๐–ธ ๐–ฅ๐– ๐–ต ๐–ฒ๐–จ๐–ญ๐–ฆ๐–ค๐–ฑ ๐–จ๐–ฒ ๐–ง๐–จ๐–ญ๐–ณ๐–จ๐–ญ๐–ฆ
๐–ฒ๐–ฎ๐–ญ๐–ฆ ๐–ซ๐–ธ๐–ฑ๐–จ๐–ข๐–ฒ
ย  ย  ย  ย  ๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’

๐ง๐ข๐œ๐จ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐จ๐ฅ๐จย  ย  ๐—‚ ๐–ก๐–ค๐–ฆ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‰๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‹๐—‡ ๐Ÿ™
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
ย ย  โคฟย ย  ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ข๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐๐žย  ย ย  ๐—Œ๐—‹๐—’ ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„๐—‚๐–พ ๐—€๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–บ ๐—๐–บ๐—‚๐— ๐Ÿ˜“
ย  ย  ย  ย  ๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’

๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย  ย ย  ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—’๐—Ž๐—† ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ ๐–บ๐—Œ๐–ฟ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’

๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย  ย ย  ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ๐–ป ๐Ÿ˜
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
ย ย  โคฟย ย  ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย  ย ย  ๐—€๐—Ž๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ'๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‡๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—’ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€
๐–บ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ๐–ป ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—ˆ
ย  ย  ย  ย  ๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
ย ย  โคฟย ย  ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย  ย ย  ๐—‡๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€๐—Œ ๐–บ๐–ป ๐—‡๐—‚๐–ผ๐—๐—ˆ๐—…๐–บ๐—Œ
ย  ย  ย  ย  ๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
ย ย  โคฟย ย  ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย  ย ย  ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ'๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—… ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—ˆ..
ย  ย  ย  ย  ๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
ย ย  โคฟย ย  ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ซย  ย ย  ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ...
ย  ย  ย  ย  ๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’

๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐š๐ž๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐กย  ย ย  ๐–จ'๐–ฌ ๐–ฒ๐–ฎ ๐–ค๐–ท๐–ข๐–จ๐–ณ๐–ค๐–ฃ๐–ฃ๐–ฃ๐–ฃ๐–ฃ๐–ฃ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
ย ย  โคฟย ย  ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ข๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐๐ž ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐š๐ž๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐— !

๐ญ๐š๐ฒ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ญย  ย ย  ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—€ ๐—‡๐–พ๐— ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡???
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
ย ย  โคฟย ย  ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ข๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐๐žย  ย ย  ๐Ÿค๐Ÿซข
ย  ย  ย  ย  ๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’

๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย  ย ย  ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ป๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„ ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’

๐ง๐ข๐œ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐š๐ฅ๐ž๐ฑ๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ณย  ย ย  #๐—‡๐–พ๐–พ๐–ฝ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€๐—‹๐—‡
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
ย ย  โคฟย ย  ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย  ย  #๐—‡๐–พ๐–พ๐–ฝ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐–ป๐–บ๐–ฝ๐—‹๐—‡๐—‡๐—‚๐–ผ๐—๐—ˆ๐—…๐–บ๐—Œ
ย  ย  ย  ย  ๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
ย ย  โคฟย ย  ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ข๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐๐ž ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐— !

๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ...






















































๐‘๐„๐€๐‹ ๐‹๐ˆ๐…๐„ . . .

๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐Ž๐ ๐’๐ˆ๐๐†๐„๐‘ ๐’๐Œ๐ˆ๐‹๐„๐ƒ ๐€๐’ she walked into Nicholas's apartment.

It had a few days since she moved in and honestly she has adjusted well.

Nicholas gave her the guest room which came with her very own personal bathroom and walk-in-closet.

He was very much set on her having the best room and he was hoping it felt like home to her and it did.

Most of all, the singer was excited to show him her new song before she announced the release date.

So as she strolled through the apartment and walked up the stairs, she called out the boy's name in hope for him to respond, but he didn't which resulted in the girl to frown.

He told her he had no plans at all but he also told her if he ended up having plans then he would tell her.

"Nicholas!" She called out again. No response.

Lorelai let out a sigh as she walked in the direction of Nicholas' room, hoping he would be in there.

'Perhaps he had just fallen asleep.' She told herself.

The girl took a few more steps until her hand was in contact with the handle of the door. Then, she opened the door.

As her eyes glanced around the room, her face went bright red as she looked at the boy who had a towel hanging lose around his waist. His hair wet, dripping with water that dropped onto his toned chest.

Lorelai couldn't look away when there was an insanely, attractive man before her.

Blush rose to her cheeks and cartwheels in her stomach as she checked Nicholas out from top to bottom, her eyes mostly lingering on his abs.

"Enjoying the view, sweetheart?" Nicholas let out a raspy chuckle, which made Lorelai blush even more. The girl was incredibly flustered.

"Ye- Er- Ok-" She stammered, trying to find the correct words but remained a speechless mess.

Nicholas laughed, his dimples flashing at Lorelai which wanted to make her collapse to the ground.

"I'm sorry." She softly said after a moment of silence.

"Nah, don't worry. My bad for not hearing you in the first place." The Chavez boy politely said and all Lorelai could focus on was his lips.

When he was talk, all she would do was stare at his
mouth.

The man had her on a chokehold.

"So, new song soon, huh?" The boy smirked, quickly ruffling his hair in another towel.

Lorelai quickly glanced at the towel around his waist before looking back into his eyes and clearing her throat.

"Yeah. I just um-" She paused, her mind not being able to fully comprehend what was happening.

"Sorry." She apologized again and she had no idea what for.

"No, take your time, sweetheart." He hummed.

"I wanted to let you be the second person to listen to the song before I release it." Lorelai finally spoke up, making Nicholas' eyes spark.

"Second person? Well why wasn't I the first person?." Nicholas joked.

"In all seriousness, I'd love to." He happily smiled.

"Wonderful!" The pop singer grinned, clapping her hands together.

"So, I'll meet you downstairs after you-" She indicated towards the towel bit which made her become flustered all over again.

"Ah, shit." Nicholas muttered. "Yeah, I'll change and meet you downstairs." He informed the girl who nodded.

Lorelai quickly turned around, walked out of his room and closed the door to give him privacy and all she could think about was him.
























































"๐€๐‹๐‘๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“, ๐ˆ'๐Œ ๐‡๐„๐‘๐„." ๐๐ˆ๐‚๐‡๐Ž๐‹๐€๐’ ๐’๐€๐ˆ๐ƒ, walking down the stairs.

The boy wore a pair of grey sweats with a white tank top, and honestly he was looking so attractive.ย 

Lorelai glanced at the boy up and down, a smile on her face before she looked back at her guitar, picking it up and holding it closer to herself.

"I'm so excited to hear it." Nicholas gushed, sitting down on the couch opposite the girl.

"I love this song so much and I hope you do too." Lorelai smiled, strumming a few chords.

"I love anything you do." Nicholas softly said, making the girl look at him through her lashes and blush.

"Ari helped me with the bridge part, but other than that I wrote the rest." She informed the boy. "It's called Risk."

The girl glanced down back at her guitar and started playing the tune, Nicholas already hooked and his whole attention focused on the stunning girl in front.

"Look at me now / Said I wouldn't do it, but I hunted you down / Know you had a girl, but it didn't work out / Know you bought a house, but you had to move out and / I'm not proud / Guess I'm just scared of you shooting it down / You can just talk, and I'll stare at your mouth / It could be bad, but I wanna find out."

She grinned looking up at the boy whose eyes were sparkling before she sang the next part of the song.

The girl looked down back at her guitar, her voice starting to sing the chorus.

"God, I'm actually invested / Haven't even met him / Watch this be the wrong thing / Classic /God, I'm jumping in the deep end / It's more fun to swim in / Heard the risk is drownin', but I'm gonna take it / I'm gonna take it." She sang, her voice practically elevating when she sang the last note.

As the girl continued singing most of the song, she occasionally glanced back at forth between Nicholas and the guitar.

Honestly, Nicholas loved it so much. The way the lyrics were beautifully written and the way she elegantly sung it was perfect.

Lorelai sang until she neared towards the bridge, her voice slightly changing tones as she began singing it, her eyes now fully set on Nicholas' as she lovingly sang towards him.

"I'm gonna bend 'til I break and / You'll be my favorite mistake / I wish you could hold me here, shakin' / You're the risk, I'm gonna take it / Why aren't you here in my bedroom? / Hopelessly boring without you / Too soon to tell you "I love you" /Too soon to tell you "I love you"."

She sang, practically almost begging when it came the last line. She was down bad for the Chavez boy and she had no idea if he had figured out this song was about him.

" God, I'm actually invested / Think I really want this / I'm not even kidding / No, I'm actually invested / Haven't even met yet / Wish that I was kidding / I'm not, and I hate it." The girl softly sang the first parts until her voice went high for the last few lyrics.

Her hand strummed the guitar chords as she happily and passionately sung.

"Heard the risk is drownin', but I'm gonna take it / Too soon to tell you "I love you" / Too soon to tell you "I love you" / Too soon to tell you "I love you" / You're the risk, I'm gonna take it."

Lorelai smiled, her eyes lighting up in happiness as she finished off the song by strumming a few more chords and dragging on the 'it' part.

"Wow." Nicholas said, speechless and in awe.

"So, do you like it?" The girl excitedly questioned, setting her guitar down beside her.

"Like it? I fucking love it!" He exclaimed, the smile on his face matching the one of Lorelai's.

"You, Lorelai Grande, are one talented lyricist and musician." Nicholas stated, standing up and walking towards the girl.

The boy leaned down and placed a soft and gentle kiss on her forehead. Little did he know about the fireworks that ignited inside her.




















































































๏ฝฅหš เผ˜โ”Šย ย  ๐ƒ๐„๐‹๐ˆ๐‹๐€๐‡ ๐’๐๐„๐€๐Š๐’

๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—†๐—‚๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ ( ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—’ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‹๐—’ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—’๐–พ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—’ ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐–ป๐—‘ ๐—๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐—†๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐–บ ๐–ผ๐—๐—ˆ๐—„๐–พ๐—๐—ˆ๐—…๐–ฝ ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ ๐—€๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—†๐–พ ๐—‰๐–บ๐—‹๐— ๐Ÿค ๐—‹๐—‡ ๐—‚ ๐—‡๐–พ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—‰๐–พ๐—‡๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐–ป๐–บ๐–ฝ )

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