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๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“๏ผŽ๐ˆ๐ง ๐€ ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐๐จ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐‡๐ž'๐ฌ ๐€ ๐†๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฆ๐š๐ง

๐‚๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐ˆ๐“ ๐–๐‡๐€๐“ ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐–๐€๐๐“ !
๐Ÿข๐Ÿค๐Ÿง๏ผŒ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–บ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—…๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—’๐—Œ ๐—๐–พ'๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐—€๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—…๐–พ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡
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€ย  . . .

๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ฐ๐ฌ posted !

โ™ฅ ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ข๐Ÿ๐š๐ง๐ฉ๐š๐ ๐ž ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐Ÿ,๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—,๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ” ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๏ผŽ
๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ฐ๐ฌย  ย ย  ๐–ฏ๐—ˆ๐—‰ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ซ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚ ๐–ฆ๐—‹๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–ญ๐—‚๐–ผ๐—๐—ˆ๐—…๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–ข๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐—“ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—“๐—’๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—Ž๐—‰ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—…๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—€๐–พ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–บ๐— ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‰ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ฃ๐–บ๐—‰๐—๐—‡๐–พ ๐–ฒ๐—๐—’๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ' ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ๐—‹๐—. ๐–ข๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ ๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€? ๐–ถ๐—๐–บ๐— ๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐—๐—๐—Œ?

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

๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย  ย ย  ๐—๐–พ๐—‚๐—‹๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—’ ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—’'๐–ฝ ๐—†๐–บ๐—„๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—Ž๐—๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐–ฝ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‡
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—Œ๐—๐–พ'๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—…๐—Ž๐— ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—‚ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—„
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–จ ๐–ฒ๐–ง๐–จ๐–ฏ ๐–ฒ๐–ฎ ๐–ง๐– ๐–ฑ๐–ฃ
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–พ๐— ๐—‡๐—ˆ
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—Œ๐—๐–พ ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—†๐—‰๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–บ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—…๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐—’ 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—Œ๐—๐–พ'๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐–ผ๐— ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—…๐–บ๐—€
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–ฟ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐— ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—’ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ
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–บ๐— ๐–ฟ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—’ ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ ๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€
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—‚๐–ผ๐—๐—ˆ๐—…๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ ๐—€๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹
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–พ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—…๐—Ž๐—
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—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—…๐—Ž๐—
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—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—…๐—Ž๐—
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—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‚๐—Œ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—…๐—Ž๐—
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—๐–พ๐—’'๐—‹๐–พ ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–บ๐–ป๐—…๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–ฝ
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–ฌ๐–ฆ ๐–จ ๐–ฒ๐– ๐–ถ ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค๐–ฌ ๐–ซ๐– ๐–ฒ๐–ณ ๐–ญ๐–จ๐–ฆ๐–ง๐–ณ ๐– ๐–ณ ๐–ฃ๐– ๐–ฏ๐–ง๐–ญ๐–ค๐–ฒ ๐–ข๐–ฎ๐–ญ๐–ข๐–ค๐–ฑ๐–ณ ๐– ๐–ญ๐–ฃ ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค๐–ธ ๐–ถ๐– ๐–ธ ๐–ซ๐–ฎ๐–ฑ๐–ค๐–ซ๐– ๐–จ ๐–ถ๐– ๐–ฒ ๐–ซ๐–ฎ๐–ฎ๐–ช๐–จ๐–ญ๐–ฆ ๐– ๐–ณ ๐–ง๐–จ๐–ฌ ๐–ถ๐–ง๐–ค๐–ญ ๐–ฒ๐–จ๐–ญ๐–ฆ๐–จ๐–ญ๐–ฆ ๐–ฑ๐–จ๐–ฒ๐–ช ๐–ถ๐– ๐–ฒ ๐–ฒ๐–ฎ ๐–ค๐–ฅ๐–ฅ๐–จ๐–ญ๐–ฆ ๐–ข๐–ด๐–ณ๐–ค
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–จ ๐–ถ๐– ๐–ฒ ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค๐–ฑ๐–ค ๐–ณ๐–ฎ๐–ฎ ๐–ซ๐–จ๐–ช๐–ค ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค๐–ธ
ย  ย  ย  ย  ๐–ฑ ๐–ฒ๐–ฎ ๐–จ๐–ญ ๐–ซ๐–ฎ๐–ต๐–ค
ย  ย  ย  ย  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—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‰ ๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐–ผ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—€๐–พ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—ˆ๐—…๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—…๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐—Œ. ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—Ž ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—…๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‹๐—Ž๐—†๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐—๐—Œ ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—Œ๐—€๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€. ๐—€๐—‹๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐–ฟ ๐—Ž๐—‰
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…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Ž๐‘๐„๐‹๐€๐ˆ ๐‡๐€๐“๐„๐ƒ ๐„๐๐„๐–๐’ ๐–๐ˆ๐“๐‡ ๐€ burning passion.

She hated how they lied and turned her into a bad person.

Every. Single. Time.

The first time it happened was when the news of her dating Jace Norman broke out.

She was labelled a 'slut' and a 'home-wrecker' thus her pouring her out in her song 'Because I Liked A Boy' which was helped written by Daphne.

The next time it happened was with Timotheรฉ Chalamet. God, that was one of the worst experiences.

She was labelled a 'whore' when he was the one who cheated! She was called all sorts and of course the man never got the blame because he was a man.

You would have thought she would've been used to it by then, but she wasn't and she still hasn't.

The brunette singer was sensitive and when someone said one little mean comment she would take it to heart and think about for the rest of her life.

She hated feeling like that.

Everyday she dreaded the news of her breakup with Theo releasing, but Enews obviously had to go and report false accusations that started to make people hate on her.

Last night she knew there would be consequences and she was right because Enews had once again posted stupid shit on the internet.

Honestly, she had no regrets from last night. She just despised how people had to report on every little thing she was doing.

All she wanted was a quiet life, but when it comes to being a singer you don't really get that.

So here she was scrolling through the comments on the post which definitely hurt her feelings.

Honestly, she was doing this to herself. The pop singer could easily ignore them, but every time she tried to look away, she could not.

However, as she continued scrolling, she felt a soft smile form on her lips as she glanced at all of Nicholas' comments.

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—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‰ ๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐–ผ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—€๐–พ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—ˆ๐—…๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—…๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐—Œ. ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—Ž ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐–พ ๐—…๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‹๐—Ž๐—†๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐—๐—Œ ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—Œ๐—€๐—Ž๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€. ๐—€๐—‹๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐–ฟ ๐—Ž๐—‰

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—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐–บ๐—†๐–บ๐—“๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—‡๐–พ๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—€๐–พ๐— ๐–บ ๐—…๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ

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—Œ๐—๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—† ๐—‹๐—‚๐—Œ๐—„ ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—’๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐Ÿ’›

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–ผ๐–บ๐—‡'๐— ๐—๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐–บ๐—‡๐—’๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—†๐–พ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—‰๐—Ž๐— ๐Ÿ’€

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–ฟ๐—Ž๐–ผ๐—„ ๐—Ž ๐–พ๐—‡๐–พ๐—๐—Œ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐—’ ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž

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—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚ ๐Ÿ”›๐Ÿ”

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–ผ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ๐—…๐–บ๐—‚ ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—…๐—Ž๐— ๐–บ๐—€๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐–ผ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–ผ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—๐—ˆ๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ

There were many more and that's what made her heart warm.

Nicholas is the definition of perfect.

The effect he had on her was crazy.

I mean, Lorelai couldn't stop smiling and blushing from his comments. He was her very own personal and cute protector.

Nobody had ever been like this for her. But what could she say except for in a world of boys, he was a gentleman.

And that's it...


























































๐‹๐Ž๐‘๐„๐‹๐€๐ˆ ๐’๐€๐“ ๐Ž๐ ๐‡๐„๐‘ ๐๐„๐ƒ, lyric notebook on her lap, pen in hand and guitar on her bed.

As she flicked through all of her past songs, a wave of nostalgia hit her. She couldn't believe she wrote Risk a few weeks ago. It doesn't even seem real.

The brunette singer let out soft sigh, writing lyrics or scribbling some parts out to make it more sense. To say her whole page looked like an absolute mess. But was fine because she would also re-write it in her notes app.

As she wrote and wrote, the singer had no idea that Nicholas entered the room, hands behind his back with a grin on his face.

"Hey, sweetheart." Nicholas grinned, causing the girl to quickly look up, her heart warming at the sight of the gorgeous boy.

"Hi." She breathed out, running a hand through her hair after she set her pen and book down.

"Watcha doing?" He clicked his tongue, slowly walking forward.

"Nothing much. Just had some song ideas." Lorelai informed the boy with a smile planted on her lips.

"Cute." He smiled back.

"Can I hear what you have so far?" Nicholas curiously asked, walking closer and closer to the girl which made her faintly blush.

However, what caught her attention was the rustle sound behind the boy's back.

"What have you go...?" Lorelai confusingly trailed off, trying to see what was behind Nicholas' back but all he did was shake his head and tut.

"First answer my question." The boy teasingly smirked.

The pop singer playfully rolled her eyes, looking down at her lyric book before looking back up into Nicholas' chocolate brown eyes.

"Yes." She nodded which made Nicholas hum and tilt his head.

Slowly, he brought both his hands forward and showed Lorelai a beautiful bouquet of pink roses.

The brunette singer gasped in excitement and happiness as Nicholas remembered her favourite flowers.

"You remembered!" Lorelai gasped, gently picking up the roses from Nicholas' hands.

"Of course I did." The boy sweetly smiled. "You deserve them."

The brunette grinned from ear to ear, smelling the flowers which brought her a sense of peace and joy.

"Thank you so much." She told the boy, carefully placing them beside her before making room for the boy to sit opposite her.

Nicholas quickly took off his jacket making Lorelai quickly look at his biceps

'Damn' She thought, biting her lip.

Before Nicholas could see her, she quickly cleared her throat and watched as the boy sat down before her, waiting patiently for Lorelai to start playing.

"It's not completely ready yet, but I'll sing you the parts I really like so far." Lorelai told the boy, holding her guitat close to her and playing the tune she thought would be perfect for this.

"Flamingo pink / Sunrise Boulevard / Being this young is art / Aquamarine / Moonlit swimming pool / What if all I need is you?."

She softly sang, her eyes locking with Nicholas' as she passionately sang about him.

"Got lovestruck, went straight to my head / Got lovesick, all over my bed / Love to think you'll never forget / Handprints in wet cement / Adorned with smoke on my clothes / Lovelorn and nobody knows /Love thorns all over this rose / I'll pay the price, you won't."

The brunette girl grinned, her heart pacing and her stomach fluttering as she dreamed about the boy before her.

"But if I'm all dressed up / They might as well be looking at us / And if they call me a slut / You know it might be worth it for once / And if I'm gonna be drunk / Might as well be drunk in love."

Lorelai angelically sang which enchanted Nicholas. He was starstruck by how she beautiful sung without autotune on her voice. Let's be real, autotune needed her.

"Send the code, he's waiting there / The sticks and stones they throw froze mid-air / Everyone wants him / That was my crime / The wrong place at the right time / And I break down, then he's pullin' me in."

Lorelai sang, her smile growing wider and each like she sang. As she was about to sing the last line, she looked up at the and blushed.

"In a world of boys, he's a gentleman." She softly sang, strumming her guitar for a few more seconds before letting it go.

"Wow." Nicholas breathed out, his heart beating fast and his stomach fluttering as he glanced at the pop singer.

"So what do you think of it so far?" Lorelai giggled.

"It's amazing. It's perfect. It's magnificent." The Chavez boy breathed out. "You've done it again, sweetheart."

The pop singer blushed, pushing a strand of her behind as she lovingly looked at the boy before realizing that she was utterly and deeply in love with Nicholas Chavez.























































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