*LUKADRIEN FANFIC* It was cloudy on that Sunday afternoon when he noticed, He noticed those big bluebell eyes staring fondly at the pianist behind him, the blonde model that was the reason for all his insecurities. He was rich, famous, gorgeous, nice, insufferable in every way. A fake, a con. He was wearing designer clothing, expensive italian shoes that probably cost more than his rent. Everything about him screamed 'spoiled brat'. Still she was looking at him the way he could only long to be looked at. Why him? god, he hated those big puppy eyes and his fake kindness he displayed, he was such a pick me boy. Juleka loved to tease him about how opposites attract each other. But not him, not them... Luka and Adrien don't make sense at all.
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