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i'll get luca's replies tomorrow after practice. i'm exhausted tonight
âiâm neither of those things, but i bet i can still help in some way.â lucaâs eyes fixated on herâs. âi doubt it, but you can try to prove me wrong.â
Char smiled at the other. âHow are you going to do thatâ She asked looking at the other. âIâm sure I can handle it.âÂ
"you're the one i'm helping, so you tell me." luca found himself retreating back to his old position from before he was about to leave. "we will see."
lol @ free time apparently. you all will have me after school tomorrow. i had auditions, practice, and a performance this week. but iâll be on like all night tomorrow after an appointment.
Sitting on a barstool and already feeling quite tipsy, Bernardo looked around, trying to find a familiar face amongst the crowd of day drinkers. He didnât want to drink alone, how sad was that? The boy ordered another beer, and as he waited for the barman to refill his pint glass, he turned to face the first person to his right, trying to make small talk. âYou look like you could have another drink. How about, um, whatever it is that youâre having? Itâs on me.âÂ
"i appreciate the offer, but i haven't quite decided." luca motioned to the multiple samples on a tray in front of him. "what are you having? maybe you could help me figure out which to get wasted on tonight." it took a moment for the nhler to decipher which end to start with. the first sample was too bitter for him, while the next on was too sweet. the next few followed a similar pattern.
âapparently my parents took a trip to attend coachella for the sole purpose of seeing lady gaga. iâm kind of bitter they didnât invite me, i imagine the people watching there is phenomenally entertaining.â
"i would be quite pissed as well. you'll meet lady gaga at some point in your life, though. personally, i don't get the whole hype about coachella. i'll take you one day, if your give me your name of course."
âi canât help? what, do you think iâm so attractive that you canât be around me? come on, it shouldnât be that hard.â
âIf you are a publisher or editor than by all means you can help but otherwise I donât think you will be much helpâ She said with a giggle. âOh I can handle how attractive you are.âÂ
"i'm neither of those things, but i bet i can still help in some way." luca's eyes fixated on her's. "i doubt it, but you can try to prove me wrong."
i wonât be on until tomorrow, loves!! i got caught up in my playoff hockey and reading that iâm just so tired now.
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Addison: ooo I forgot I had your number still
Addison: I guess that's what I get for hitting 'send to all contacts'
luca: but that doesn't answer my question.
luca: i have received and deleted plenty of numbers.
âIf you wouldnât mind, I kind of need to be left alone right now. I have a deadline I need to meet and youâll just become a distractionâÂ
"i can't help? what, do you think i'm so attractive that you can't be around me? come on, it shouldn't be that hard."
Connor was sitting on a bench in the middle of a park. He noticed someone dropped their phone,â Excuse me.â He stretched out his hand with the phone,â You dropped this.
"ah, thanks man," luca tucked his phone in his back pocket. "i don't really know what i would do without this thing."
âItâs getting cold out here, donât you think?â She asked, looking away. âDo you want to go somewhere that could give us warmth? Coffee?âÂ
"what is with everyone and being obsessed with coffee?" luca was never a huge coffee fan and actually felt out of place with others around like that. "but yeah, sure. any place in mind?"
MSG: OPEN
GAIL: Uh, yeah, do me a favor and don't open that pic. That was, uh... not for you.
You americans have no idea what real coffee is. No, seriously. Iâm yet to find a cup of coffee I can actually consume. Thereâs more to life than just black coffee with this âcreamer.â And donât tell me Iâm being dramatic. I had to explain what a macchiato was yesterday.. Where have I moved to?
"i'm going to say that's not all americans. some don't even drink coffee, take me for instance, so i don't need that knowledge. you have moved to a great place, though, especially since i live here."
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Addison: Okay so hopefully you have no plans tonight bc I booked this ace VIP area at this club and we're celebrating your fav Australian getting an ep deal with an independent producer ((((((((:
luca: who is this?
luca: and i have dinner with some of the team tonight so
fckoffluca:
âi really hope not. losing your first nhl game is always tough, thinking itâs your fault, i bet.â after this past year lucaâs true love had become hockey, his life was taken over by it. âit was more like if we win, maybe youâre my good luck charm. i can tell you havenât been to a game before,â a chuckle followed his last statement. âiâll see you there. look out for number 77.â
chanel gave him a sympathetic smile as he spoke, this was evidently important to him â she could tell. âiâm sure youâll do fantastic. iâll be cheering for you guys.â she said, offering some words of encouragement. at his next statement, her cheeks tinted a light pink, indicating a blush. âi guess weâll see, but youâre right. although, thereâs a first for everything.â chanel responded with another smile. âseventy-seven,â her voice echoed as she nodded her head. âiâll remember that!â
luca's smile grew as the girl spoke. life had gotten better, and meeting friendly people in brooklyn was a plus - except running into his ex, but that would be another story. "don't get tangled up with other fans, especially if they're drunk." the male noticed the blush, it made him chuckle a bit. "i'm glad i'm the reason." luca looked outside, slipping his beanie on before speaking. "i should be on my way, pregame dinner is soon." he flashed one last smile on his way out, stopping at the door. he was going to say one more thing, but it didn't come out so he just left.
dropping addison was hard for him, genuinely hard, but he couldnât take her changing and then that guy, oh how he pissed luca off. channeling all that angry energy into hockey brought him to where he was today, in the nhl. he would thank addison, but he believed she wasnât worth it. âi know. all the guys have been pretty welcoming. right timing too, playoffs start in less than a week.â at this point luca was just interesting in bragging about how great his life had gone since the split. there would be times he regretted his decision and miss what he and the girl had, but he knew it was better. he wasnât doing anything with his life while she was succeeding along with that, her whole demeanor changed.
Addison simply nodded at his continuation of an explanation to as why her was here in Brooklyn. Â âAlright.â Â Her tone was still disinterested. Â Truth be told Addison couldnât care less about what Luca had been up to. Â Sure, she was hurt when he broke up with her. Â Addison was young and hadnât experienced loosing people she loved. Â But it had been over a year and she had grown as a person. Â After everything else that had went down in LA in the past year or so, the blonde had come out stronger, knowing that she didnât need other people to lift her up. Â The point was Addison had long moved on with her life and wasnât about to let some blast from the past get to her.
luca could tell she wasn't interested, as usual, but wasn't in the mood to engage in a conversation with someone who refused to care anymore. he pulled his phone out once again, seeing a few texts. "i have to go, pregame dinner is soon. i'll see you at the game right?" the last part obviously a 'joke'. "i'm kidding, i only have a certain amount of tickets. you didn't make the cut." the male didn't really know what else to say. addison was full of attitude - as if she hadn't been towards the end of their relationship - and it was bringing his big day down. he was about to live his dream, he can't let an ex ruin it.
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âmy closest friends are flying out to see it.â luca was about to say family, but he never really had one, he had many and was never attached to them. âyouâll have to let me know. come by the glass and i may toss you a puck.â
chanelâs face brightened at his response. âthatâs so nice! iâm sure they wonât be disappointed.â she complimented, smiling up at the male. she didnât know much about hockey â or any sport but she was willing to learn. âthat sounds a little frightening,â chanel admitted, a light giggle following after. âbut iâll be there. itâll be fun.â
"i really hope not. losing your first nhl game is always tough, thinking it's your fault, i bet." after this past year luca's true love had become hockey, his life was taken over by it. "it was more like if we win, maybe you're my good luck charm. i can tell you haven't been to a game before," a chuckle followed his last statement. "i'll see you there. look out for number 77."