Chapter 1
Luka's perspective.
Sun-rays come through the window-glass. I'm not ready to wake up. I yawn, and rise up. My eyes are suddenly blinded by the sun's devilish glare."Did it really have to be so bright today," I mumble. I look at Miku from across the room. She's asleep."Lazy," I think to myself. "Miku, get up," I yell at her, annoyed that her alarm clock wasn't even set! I see her lift up her head slowly. Her hair is tangled, you'd think that hair would be in a huge knot, but Miku surprises me. "Luka…" she whined. "I don't wanna wake up!" "You don't want to do a lot of things,, but we do what we must do," I say maturely. "Alright, alright! You can stop being a poet now!" I watched her rise from her sheets, rubbing her eyes. It was such a bright day.
We head to the venue. We're in Los Angeles. I've been here a couple of times, Miku knows this city by heart. "Starbucks?" she looks at me, "Sure,' I reluctantly answer.
We drop by the coffee shop. The smell of the coffee beans being roasted truly woke me up. Miku has Vanilla Iced Coffee and I order the Flat White. I take a sip of my hot beverage, and let the liquid flow down my throat. Miku, on the other hand… she chugs the whole thing down. Right, she's used to it. I'm not. "Hurry up," Miku impatiently glared at me. I grumbled, and shot back the exact same glare. After I finish up my drink, we walk out on the streets after paying. Miku was like a different girl than in the morning! Indescribable!
Author's note: Sorry if there's a lot of mistakes ;-; This is my friend and I's first fiction. Also, the name of the story might not be permanent.