Luka was sitting peacefully on the couch in the living room, guitar in his hand, pen behind his ear and a notebook on the table. For his music study he needed to write a song, which he had to play for a grade at his school. Writing new songs weren't the issue for him, he got inspired almost all of the time, the fact he would get graded for it didn't scare him and he could concentrate in almost all circumstances, even when his neighbor is blasting Last Christmas on repeat.

It was around a 5 pm when his neighbor got home, he had heard the door smash shut a little louder than usually, but he didn't really thought anything of it. He sometimes shuts his door a little louder than intended on accident too. It was a few minutes later when the Christmas hit song Last Christmas by Wham began to play.

All though Christmas songs weren't really the kind of music he listened to, he didn't mind it that much and just went on with writing his song. Once he start writing music he tent to get in his own world, closing out most sounds. After an hour the song was still playing and now that he wasn't writing new songs, the sound really came through. He had to make and eat dinner after all. He ate his Pepperoni pizza once it was done, the song still played in the background and it began to annoy him. He had heard the song so many times that he had lost count.

He wished that he could go back to writing his song soon, so he could finally block that song out. However once he sat down again with his guitar in his hands, he couldn't block out the song. No matter how hard he tried to concentrate, he kept hearing the song.

Luka stood up and placed his guitar against the couch. He wanted to knock on that door and ask if his neighbor is not right in her mind or something along those lines. However he didn't know if he really should do that, after all his neighbor never complained about him playing the guitar at 11pm.

He let out a sigh and sat down again, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. How could someone even listen to that song for like two hours straight? He really didn't understand it, especially since his neighbor didn't look like someone who would listen to a song on repeat for that long.

He had seen the girl before however they never really spoke to each other apart from the good mornings, good afternoons and good evenings. The girl was pretty attractive though, even when she was checking her mail with her hair all messed up, cup of coffee in one hand, while still wearing her pajama. It was adorable to hear her mumbling to herself when she had to do a quick shopping trip and repeated the products she needed.

Maybe he was wrong about her repeating a song for such a long time? After all what did he even knew about her? He let out another sigh, as he decided just to deal with it. He took his guitar once again and began to play some of his older self-written songs, maybe that would block out the music some more.

Some more hours had passed and the song was still blasting through the walls. Luka had given it up to play guitar and just sat there on the couch staring at nothing in particular. He was going insane, if he heard George Michael one more time he would really go nuts. The song came to an end once again and he prayed it was the last time, but then the song started over again.

Luka stood up in an instant and stormed towards his front door, he opened it with force before he walked to his next door neighbor. He didn't even care that he was standing there on his socks, the song was too much and it had driven him completely insane. No matter how cute his neighbor was, he really felt like insulting her right on the spot when she opens the door.

He rang the doorbell and waited for someone to open the door, but after a minute there still wasn't anyone. He rang the doorbell again and again, yet there still wasn't anyone to open the door. Getting so fed up with the song he started to knock on the door loudly. It was then when there finally was a sign of someone even being there.

The music got turned off and a few seconds later his neighbor opened the door. Luka had all his words and insults ready to fire, however when he saw his neighbors condition he fell silent. Her eyes were puffy and red because of crying, her mascara and her eyeliner completely smutched over her face and her cheeks were still wet.

"Good evening." She greeted between her sniffs. She was obviously trying to stay strong.
"Are you alright?" Luka asked her. He was worried by the state she was in, she was a mess.

His neighbor opened her mouth to say something, only to close it right away. Thick tears began to roll down her cheeks as she shook her head while biting on her bottom lip. A sob escaped her mouth not even ten seconds later. Luka just stood there awkwardly as his neighbor cried.

He carefully placed a hand on top of her shoulder, trying to get her attention. She looked up at him, still heavily sobbing.

"I know we don't really know each other that well, but let me invite you in my apartment. You will have some more privacy."

She nodded as she walked outside her apartment, after she had taken her key. She locked the door and then quietly followed Luka inside his apartment.

"Do you want some cinnamon tea with orange flavor?" He asked as they walked further into his apartment.
"Yes… please." She said between her sobs.

Luka helped her towards the couch and gave her a tissue box once she sat down. His neighbor blew her nose before she sobbed again. Luka gave her a soft smile before he went to the kitchen to make two cups of tea. Once it all got prepared he took the cups and the box with sugar cubes with him to the living room.

"I don't know how you like you tea, so you should add the sugar yourself." He said as he placed everything on the coffee table.
"Thank you." She said softly. She had calmed down while Luka was preparing the tea.

Luka a watched her as she put five sugar cubes in her cup, before she stirred it with the spoon that was already in the cup.

"You sure like your tea sweet, don't you?"
"Oh uh… yeah… I hope that isn't bad… I can get you new sugar cubes, if it's too much I used…" She said a bit awkwardly.
"It's okay, I think having a sweet tooth is kind of adorable."
"Thank you…"

The air was quite awkward, but Luka didn't really expect anything else. After all this was the first time they even spoke more than a few words to each other.

"Do you want to talk about why you were so upset?" Luka asked as he took his cup into his hands. He blew at the hot liquid before he took a small sip of the drink. "You don't have too if you don't want to, but I can assure you that talking probably helps better then listening to Last Christmas."
"My boyfriend broke up with me today… He said he fell out of love since last week but didn't want to break up right before the holidays…" She began. "He pretended that he still loved me in that way but he… he couldn't do that anymore and cut it off the day before Christmas…"

Luka remembered her boyfriend. he had seen him with her a few times before, two days ago being the most recent. The guy was blond, tall and had green eyes. He seemed to be a nice guy and they looked really happy together. He felt sorry for the girl, when he saw her with her boyfriend it looked like nothing was wrong. He guessed that the guy was probably good at hiding his feelings, which in this case was pretty selfish of him to do so. Because of that the break up came even more as a surprise then it would be if you're able to see something that's going downhill in a relationship.

"We had planned to celebrate our Christmas with my parents, we would go out for dinner at some fancy restaurant were you dance between the different dishes. It would have been amazing and I really looked forward to…" She paused and let out a sigh. "I'm so ashamed of all this… I don't even dare to call my parents to cancel it all… It was so expensive…"
"You don't have to be ashamed of it… it's not your fault that you broke up… it's pretty unfair that he kept acting like nothing was wrong…"
"I understand why he did that though… he knew how much I wanted to eat at that kind of restaurant… but it probably wouldn't be much fun if one of us was forcing themselves…"

She took the cup with tea in her hands and brought it towards her face. she blew at it before she took a sip.

"It's just sad I can't go anymore…" She said with a crack in her voice. "I really wanted to go but I don't have another partner to take with me… and I doubt I will find one."

New tears rolled down her cheeks. She put the cup back on the coffee table before she took a tissue to dry her cheeks with.

"I can go if you want to." Luka said before he could even think about the fact that that might be pretty weird due to the fact they never really talked before.
"You would do that?" The girl exclaimed with a smile on her face.
"Of course, it seems like fun."
"But don't you have things planned tomorrow?"
"Not really I would only visit my mother in the afternoon, but I assume that dinner is in the evening."
"I see." she said before picking up her cup again and taking a sip of her drink. "So it's settled then?"
"It's settled. What time do you want me to be ready?"
"Is half past six alright?"
"It's perfect."

His neighbor flashed a smile at him, before drinking the last bits of her drink.

"I should go now. I need to let my parents know about the situation." she said as she stood up.

"Okay, let me see you out." He said as he stood up as well before they walked towards the front door together.
"Thank you for everything."

She opened the front door to let herself out.

"Wait before you go. May I know your name? It would be weird for tomorrow if I don't know how to call you."
"You're right." She chuckled. "It's Marinette. What about you?"
"Luka, the name's Luka."
"Well then… see you tomorrow, Luka."
she walked out of the door, only to stop and turn around once more.
"Oh… and sorry for driving you insane with that Christmas song on repeat… I didn't want anyone to hear me cry… that's why it was so loud…"
"It's alright. See you tomorrow Marinette."

Marinette then turned around and walked towards her own apartment next door. Luka watched her get inside before he got back inside his own apartment.