Oh no.Luka grabbed his running clothes from the bathroom floor and dashed to his room. He dropped them in the hamper and threw the shoes in the closet before yanking his laptop out from under his bed and flipping it open.
He had fan artof Renoon his Twitter. This was a nightmare. This was a total and complete fucking nightmare! Forget getting caught with a photo card on his backpack—this was way,wayworse! He looked at the time; he had fifteen minutes before he had to clock in and somehow he needed to locate and delete every piece of art he’d made of Voltage over the six years he’d had this account.
[Unknown Number]
I like this one a lot [image attachment]
Luka opened it and let out a big whoosh of air. It wasnotone of the drawings of Reno or anyone else in his band. It was a comic he’d made last week about work. Luka was pretty proud of it too, and he hoped it meant Reno actually hadn’t gotten that far down his Twitter feed.
[Unknown Number]
Do you ever do self portraits?
Luka ignored the frankly ridiculous amount of notifications and DMs he still had and found the first drawing he’d made of Reno, deleting it with a cheer. There were only a few more and he made quick work of finding them and removing them from the internet completely. Well, nothing was ever truly gone from the internet, but close enough.
[Unknown Number]
Technically that's a self portrait. It's about me at my job.
Oh thats so cool! Maybe u can make one of me at my job
(@`w´@)
He snapped the laptop closed with a sigh of relief. Surely Reno wouldn’t suggest that if he had already seen the pictures Luka had drawn of him ‘at work’ in the past. What an insane job to have. International rockstar vs call center grunt. Luka looked at the clock and saw he had ten minutes, so he went downstairs and logged in.
[Unknown Number]
Not for free, of course. I'm happy to pay for such good art.
Ha, gonna become my patron of the arts?
Maybe!
I'll believe it when I see it. I gotta work – ttyl
Bye :)
CHAPTER THREE
“You should invitesomeone to come along," August said as they threw chocolate chips into the dough and turned the stand mixer back on. They spoke up over it: “Iris is meeting us there.”
“That’s a given,” Luka replied from where he sat on the kitchen counter, not helping with the cookies. “There’s always people we know at Corner.”
August flipped the stand mixer off, raised the head, then pulled out the baking sheets. “If Jay’s there, don't invite him to sit with us.”
“I don’t get what you have against him.”
The baking sheets clattered onto the kitchen island. “He broke your heart. He cheated on you. I don’t forgive as easy as you.”
“Our breakup was fine. We are fine," Luka said to August for possibly the hundredth time. “He was right to break up with me.”
August gave him a sour look before sticking the scooper into the dough.
“I’m being serious. He couldn’t give me the level of commitment I wanted and he knew it.”
“He’s a slut.”
“We don’t slut shame in this home," Luka scolded, teasing. “I won’t invite him to sit, anyway. He’ll give me grief.”
