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Baby Chick/Authy.
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Baby Chick/Authy.
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— The airport in Y City was crowded and loud. In the middle of the rush, a girl stood quietly. She wore an oversized hoodie, thick glasses, and her black hair was tied in a messy bun. No one looking at her would guess she was the elite Farzeen Ashworth Ravenwood. —
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Holds her passport tightly* Finally.
[System: All passengers for Flight 102 to Z City, please proceed to Gate 4.]
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
That is my flight. *Takes a deep breath*
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
Let’s go, Yvonne. You can do this.
— She walked down the tunnel toward the plane. She felt lighter than she had in years. She wasn't thinking about crime files or mechanical repairs. She was thinking about her "Auntie’s" apartment in Z City. —
— Two hours later, the plane landed in the beautiful, sunny Z City. Yvonne walked out of the airport and took a taxi to a quiet, clean neighborhood. She stopped in front of a modern apartment building. —
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Looks at the key in her hand* This must be it.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Puts her suitcase down* Wow.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
It’s so quiet here.
Yvonne — *Walks to the kitchen* Oh? Is that a robot vacuum?
— Suddenly, the front door clicked. Someone was walking in. Yvonne froze. She forgot she was "Yvonne" for a second and her eyes turned cold and sharp. —
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
(Wait! Who is that? An intruder? No... I'm supposed to be a normal girl!)
— A woman in a smart suit walked in. It was Aryan’s mother. She looked surprised to see Yvonne already there. —
Sarah Mansoor.
Oh! You must be Yvonne! You arrived early. I was just about to call you.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Quickly changes her expression to look shy* Oh! Hello, Auntie. Yes, the flight was fast.
Sarah Mansoor.
*Smiles warmly* I’m Sarah Mansoor. Your mother and I go way back. I'm a journalist, so I'm usually out chasing stories, but I wanted to greet you.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
You’re so kind, Auntie Sarah. Thank you for letting me stay.
Sarah Mansoor.
It’s my pleasure. But I have to leave for the airport in ten minutes. A big story just broke in the capital.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Surprised* Oh, right now?
Sarah Mansoor.
Yes. My son, Aryan, is here too. He’s a bit... focused on his studies. I hope you two get along.
— Just then, a boy walked out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel. He was wearing a simple grey t-shirt. He stopped and stared at Yvonne with a cold expression. —
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
Mom, who is this? And why is she standing on our carpet with her shoes on?
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Freezes and looks down* Oh! I’m sorry!
Sarah Mansoor.
Aryan, be nice. This is Yvonne. She’s staying with us while she starts her Commerce degree.
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Sighs and looks annoyed* Another person in this small apartment? I have a science competition next month. I need quiet.
Sarah Mansoor.
*Gives Aryan a firm but gentle look* Aryan Mansoor, be a gentleman. Yvonne is family. I’m leaving now. There’s no food in the fridge, so please go buy something.
— Auntie Sarah kissed them both on the cheek and rushed out with her camera bag. The door closed, and the room became very quiet and awkward. —
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Turns his back and walks to the kitchen* Don't think I'm going to cook for you.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Flaring up* Excuse me? I didn't ask you to!
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Coldly* Good. Because I don't know how. And I don't want to learn.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Crosses her arms* Well, I don't know how to cook either. So what now? We just starve?
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Looks at her oversized glasses and messy hair* You're a Commerce student. Go calculate a way to get food. I’m going to my room to study.
—Note: Yvonne wear glasses.—
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Gritting her teeth* (This guy... he’s so rude! I want to throw my suitcase at his head.)
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Acts clumsy and trips over her own bag* Ouch!
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Doesn't even turn around* Watch where you're going. You’re making a lot of noise.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Fiery* My bag is heavy! A "gentleman" would help me move it!
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Stops and looks over his shoulder* A smart girl wouldn't pack so much useless stuff.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
It’s not useless! It’s my life!
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Points to the left door* That’s your room. Keep your "life" inside it. If you cross the line into my study area, we’re going to have a problem.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Muttering* I wouldn't go near your room if it was the last place on earth.
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Sharply* What did you say?
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*High-pitched act* I said... thank you for the directions!
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Blinks, looking confused* You’re weird.
— Aryan entered his room and shut the door. Yvonne stood in the hallway, fuming. She looked at her heavy bags and then at his closed door. —
— She dragged her bags into her room and kicked the door shut. She sat on the floor and took off her glasses, her eyes turning sharp. —
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
(I have to stay here for a whole semester? He thinks he's a genius? I’ve hacked systems more complex than his entire brain.)
— Outside in the hall, Aryan leaned against his door. He looked at the science book in his hand, but he couldn't focus. —
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Whispering* She’s so loud. How am I supposed to study with a firecracker in the next room?
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
(But... she’s the first person who has ever yelled back at me like that.)
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— The next morning, the sun was shining through the living room window. Yvonne woke up feeling hungry. She looked at the clock. It was already 7:30 AM. —
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Rubbing her eyes* (I’m so hungry. I hope that rude guy didn't eat everything.)
— She walked out of her room and saw Aryan. He was sitting at the small dining table. He had his laptop open and was typing very fast. There was a glass of water next to him, but no food. —
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Yawning* Good morning.
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Without looking up* You’re late.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Fiery* Late for what? It’s my first day of freedom before classes start!
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
Late for breakfast. There isn't any.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Stomach growls loudly* Did you really sit here all morning and not get anything to eat?
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Finally looks at her* I was busy. Science research doesn't wait for my stomach.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Crosses her arms* Well, my stomach doesn't care about science research.
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Sighs and closes his laptop* Fine. There is a small grocery store around the corner. Go buy something.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Pointing at herself* Me? Why me?
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
Because you’re the one complaining.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
(I really want to show him my real skills right now. But stay calm, Farzeen. You are acting as Yvonne, a clumsy girl now.)
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*High-pitched act* I don't know the way! I’ll get lost!
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Stands up and grabs his keys* You really are a lot of trouble. Fine, I’ll go with you. But walk fast.
— They walked out of the apartment. Aryan walked very quickly with his hands in his pockets. Yvonne had to jog to keep up with him because her "clumsy" act meant she couldn't walk too fast. —
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Panting* Hey! Slow down!
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Doesn't slow down* If you can't walk, stay home.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Trips on a small stone* Ouch! Ouch!
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Stops and turns around, looking annoyed* Did you fall again?
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Dusting her knees* I didn't fall! I just... found a cool rock!
Note: Fl is a good actress but bad liar.
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Rolls his eyes* You are so weird. Just stay close so I don't lose you. My mom would be mad if I lost her "distant relative" on the first day.
— They reached the store. It was a small, clean shop. Yvonne looked at the vegetables and the eggs. She realized she had no idea what to buy. —
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
So... what do we buy?
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Picks up a box of eggs* Eggs. High protein. Good for the brain.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Picks up a bag of chips* And these. High salt. Good for the soul.
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Takes the chips and puts them back* That’s junk. We need real food.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Grabs the chips again* I’m buying them! My money, my chips!
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Stares at her* Whatever. Just don't get crumbs on my desk.
— After they paid, they walked back. The bags were a bit heavy. Aryan saw Yvonne struggling with one bag, so he snatched it from her hand. —
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
Hey! I can carry it!
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Walking ahead* You’re too slow. I want to get back to my research.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Smiling behind his back* (He is rude, but at least he carries the bags.)
— Back at the apartment, they stood in the kitchen looking at the eggs and bread. —
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
Okay. You make the eggs.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
Why me? You’re the science genius! You should know the boiling point of an egg!
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Coldly* Knowing the theory and doing it are different things.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Sighs* Fine. I’ll try.
— Yvonne put a pan on the stove. She was trying to act like she knew what she was doing. But she cracked an egg, but a piece of the shell fell inside. —
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Nervous* Oops.
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Watching her from the door* You’re supposed to put the egg in the pan, not the shell.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Fiery* If you’re so smart, you do it!
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Walks over and takes the spatula* Move. I’ll do it. It’s just basic chemistry.
— Aryan tried to fry the egg, but he kept the heat too high. Soon, the kitchen started to fill with smoke. —
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Coughing* Aryan! It’s burning!
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Panicking a little* It’s not burning! It’s just... reacting to the heat!
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Grabs the pan and moves it away* Your "reaction" is going to set the house on fire!
— They both stood there, looking at the black, burnt egg in the pan. The room was silent for a second. —
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Clears his throat* Maybe the stove is broken.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Laughs* No, the stove is fine. You’re just a bad cook.
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Annoyed* And as if you’re a good cook.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Pouts* Hmp.(He’s so stubborn. But seeing him panic over a burnt egg was actually kind of funny.)
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Looking at his phone* I’m ordering a sandwich. Do you want one?
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Smiles* Yes. And get me a large soda.
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Muttering as he types* So demanding...
— They sat on the floor in the living room waiting for the food. For the first time, the atmosphere wasn't so cold. —
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Looking at Yvonne* Why Commerce?
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
Because money is easy to understand. Why Science?
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
Because people are complicated.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Nods* (He's right about people being complicated. If he knew who I really was, he wouldn't be so calm.)
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
(She’s loud and clumsy... but at least she isn't boring.)
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— The morning air at Z University was cool. The campus was filled with students, but the atmosphere was quiet and professional. Aryan and Yvonne walked side by side, but they didn't speak. They kept a distance between them, looking like two people who just happened to be walking in the same direction. —
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Looks at the tall buildings* (This place is huge. It will be easy to disappear in the crowd here.)
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Stares coldly* (Well, for Yvonne, it will be easy to get lost. But not for Farzeen.)
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Adjusts his bag strap* The Commerce building is on the far north side. You should head there now or you'll be late.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Nods calmly* I know. I checked the map earlier.
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
Good. I have a long day in the lab. Don't wait for me to go home.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
I wasn't planning to. I have my own things to do.
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Briefly looks at her* Fine. See you later.
— Aryan turned left toward the Science wing. He didn't look back. Yvonne watched him for a second before turning right. Her "bubbly" mask was ready as she entered her new classroom. —
— Inside the Commerce hall, a girl with a notebook sat next to Yvonne. She looked very composed and smart. —
Emma Beaumont.
Hi. Is this seat taken?
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Bubbly* Oh, no! Go ahead. I’m Yvonne.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
(Agh, why do I have to act like this. If •Sage• didn't give me this mission, I would have...)
Emma Beaumont.
I’m Emma. 1st year journalism, but I'm taking this business minor. You look a bit lost. Is it your first time on campus?
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Acts clumsy* Is it that obvious? I’ve walked in circles twice already.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
(Come on, why gave me the role of a clumsy, silly, and bubbly college girl? I feel like I am a white lotus, acting all cute and sweet.)
Emma Beaumont.
*Small, polite smile* Don't worry. This place is a maze. Just follow me after class, I’ll show you the exit.
— On the other side of the campus, Aryan entered a high-tech lab. Two guys were already there. One was Kian, who was silently reading a tablet. The other was Zane, who was spinning in a lab chair. —
Zane Marion.
*Grinning* Ary! My man! You’re late by three minutes. That’s a new record for you.
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Sets his bag down* The bus was slow. Move your chair, Zane. You’re blocking my locker.
Kian White.
*Doesn't look up from his tablet* Ignore him, Yan. He’s been talking about the new cafe for an hour.
Zane Marion.
Hey! The cafe is important! Also, Aryan, I heard a girl moved into your place? Is she a genius too?
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Coldly* Who told you?
Kian White.
Your Mum. She told us only. She also told us to take care of her.
Zane Marion.
Hey! Who is she to you, Ary?
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Coldly* She’s a relative. And she’s a Commerce student.
Zane Marion.
Commerce? Is she pretty?
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Opens his textbook* I didn't notice.
Kian White.
*Finally looks up, voice monotone* Zane, stop bothering him. We have a project to finish. Yan, did you check the data I sent last night?
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Nods* Yes. The calculations for the sensor were wrong. I fixed them.
Kian White.
Good. Let’s get to work then.
— The morning passed slowly. While Aryan was focused on complex codes, Yvonne was busy playing her role. At lunch, Yvonne and Emma were sitting in the cafeteria when she saw Aryan,Kian, and Zane walking past. —
Zane Marion.
*Waving* Hey! Are you the girl staying with Ary?
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Looks up, acting* ... yes. I’m Yvonne.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Fake smile* (Dude, a girl sitting beside me, keep your voice low.)
Zane Marion.
I’m Zane! This frozen statue is Kian. And you already know Mr. Grumpy.
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Looks at Zane, annoyed* Idiot. Let’s go.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*To Aryan, stood up and whispers* Aryan, Auntie Sarah said she might be late tonight. Should I buy dinner?
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Stops, voice flat, whispers back* No. I’ll just eat somewhere else. You do whatever you want.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Pouts a little, whispers* Fine. I’ll just get something for myself then.
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Looks at her for a second, then sighs, whispers back* ...Aa.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Whispers* What?
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Avoids eye contact, whispers back* There’s a bakery near the gate. Their bread is soft. Buy that if you're going to eat alone. It's safer than the street food.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Blinks* Oh. Okay. Thanks.
Aryan Mansoor/ML.
*Quickly walks away* Let’s go, guys.
— Zane laughed and followed him, while Kian just gave a small nod and walked away silently. —
Emma Beaumont.
*Observing* He seems a bit cold, doesn't he?
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
(..I thought she would be jealous since Aryan is like a campus prince charming for 'Z' University girls.)
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
(Well, It's better. I don't want to make an enemy.)
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Sighs, whispers* He’s very rude.
Emma Beaumont.
*Eating* Maybe.
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
*Starts eating again*
— As the day ended, Yvonne walked out of the gates alone. She saw Aryan in the distance, walking with his head down, focused on a book even while walking. —
Yvonne Valerius/FL.
(He really lives in his own world. He doesn't see anything around him.)
— Yvonne walked the other way. She wasn't interested in him but his safety, and he clearly wasn't interested in her. They were just two people forced to share a roof. —
Baby Chick/Authy.
*Sobs* I am uploading episodes with 600 to 900 words.
Baby Chick/Authy.
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