A/N
Well! This is mainly for my good friend NdragonEyes I hope you feel better... and I really hope that you enjoy it. I had fun writing it! ^~^

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6:00 AM
She wakes up early, she stretches as she rolls out of her bed, it's a good day. Ever since she was younger, this was the day that she would spend time with her family, the one day she would constantly look forward to; Friday. She grabs her phone off the charger and her earbuds before she goes through her closet trying to pick out her outfit for the day.
7:30 AM
She walks out of the bathroom drying her hair with a towel. It falls to the floor as she grabs the hair brush and strokes it through her (h/c) locks. Today, she chose a (f/c) hoodie-dress with a black jacket to cover the hole in the back that shows her bra, and she doesn't want to freeze. It is still winter.
She looks around her desk to find some makeup to put on. She decides to go with minimal makeup and just puts on some mascara and a light pink lip gloss. She stares into the mirror with concentration ad she tries to apply the gloss, before her phone startles her and she draws a line all the way up her cheek. Her voice comes out in a laugh before she puts the phone up to her ear, wiping off the makeup with her free hand, "Hey, (B/f/n)!"
8:45 AM
She hangs up the call, trying to figure out what to eat for breakfast. Each week, she always decides on French toast. Just like how her mother used to make them. She smiles remembering all of the times she had allowed her to help her.
The cream cheese sauce that she made always tasted delicious, but it was even better when they all helped out. Her mother would always smear some of the food on (Y/n)'s young face and then she'd always try to lick it off. It never worked, but she enjoyed hearing the laughs that would resonate in the room afterwards.
She puts a kettle on the stove, running around the room trying to figure out where everything is. She always rearranged her kitchen and it would cause her so much grief. Once she found everything she needed, she would sit down and eat the food that never tasted the same as the way it used to.
9:30 AM
She heads out of her house, locking it behind her, and walks towards the train station. Friday's always fill her with an excitement that the other days don't. She was afraid of moving away from her parents, but she made a promise to keep the Friday tradition alive. So she always goes back to her home town on Friday's to visit.
It takes her a while to walk to the train station, but she always gets to it before the train leaves, so that's all that matters. While on the way, she greets all of the store openers and early morning joggers.
But some days she doesn't want to talk, so she just waves at them while listening to music. It's such a small town, everybody knows everyone. They're all so close knit, so they never hold it against her.
Today, she plugs in her earbuds before she puts them into her ears. She's had this song stuck in her head so she feels the need to listen to it. Her feet hit the ground in a faster pace as she closes her eyes and starts to hum the melody.
10:15 AM
She takes a seat across from the same person each week, neither one of them talk to each other. She doesn't even know his name, where he comes from or where he goes. He seems like he rides the train just because he can. Maybe he people watches.
This week, he wears a black beanie, a scarf, a heavy winter coat, and a backpack. Maybe he goes to school, he does seem to be in college. It would explain a lot, but it's none of her business. She stares at his hands as he rests his chin in them, he has tattoos that seems really intricate.
They're really amazing, she kind of wishes that she had cool tattoos like them. Also, a better pain tolerance. She's not hurt easily, but getting a tattoo on your fingers has to hurt a lot, right? Their eyes meet, his have a golden shine, but she looks away so fast that she could've just been seeing things.
She should've worn blush, because then hers wouldn't be so evident. She puts her phone in her pocket as the train slows to a stop, her stop. She stands up, her phone falling out of her pocket but she doesn't realize because she's ready to leave, she's embarrassed herself enough already.
As soon as the doors open, she slips through them, not even realizing the black-haired male trying to grab her attention to return it. Her (h/c) strands fly in the breeze she creates by her fast pace, she's just so humiliated. Sure, he's probably used to it, but still... it's so not like her to stare.
6:40 PM
She exits her parents house, going back to the train station. She takes her seat again, before she starts to freak out about her phone. She thinks back to her visit with her parents, she didn't take it out once. She lets out a sigh, she'll have to ask the people at the front desk for the lost and found.
She needs her phone for her alarm. If she doesn't have it, she'll never get to work on time. Once the train stops, she exits and sees the black-haired male leaning against a pillar staring at her. She looks away, searching for the main area that she could ask the workers for help.
"You dropped this," his voice makes her look at him. He's suddenly a lot closer than she remembered, and... he has her phone. "I tried to get your attention, (Y/n)-ya."
"Thanks!" she takes it from him before she gives him a look. "How do you know my name?"
"Your friend kept texting you, she spelled your name in all caps," he shrugs before he pulls out his phone and sticks an earbud in his ear. "Sorry if it sounded creepy. But now that that's done..."
"Wait!" he started to walk away but faces her after she called out. "Can I have your name?"
"Only if you promise to give it back," he smiles slightly, gaining one from her and a nod. "It's Law."
The Next Week
She always does the same thing on Friday, it's a natural tradition for her. The only thing she does differently, is when she got on the train and sat down, she sat next to Law. He looks over at her with an eyebrow raised, but gives her a half-smile, "Good morning, Law."
"Good morning?" he takes out one of his headphones. "What-"
She puts the small object inside her ear and the music coming from it actually surprises her. A small smile forms on her lips, she'd never expect a man that looked like him to be listening to it, "I like this song."
"You're..." he shakes his head as he looks out the window. There's nothing interesting to see, but it's still better than staring at the woman next to him. "Why do you take this train every week?"
"I visit my family," she taps her fingers on her knee as she listens to the music. "Why do you?"
"Because I can," he leans back and lets out a sigh. "I go to college, it's my final year."
"Really? I couldn't afford college," she laughs, her voice causes his heart to flutter. "What are you going to be?"
"A surgeon," he shoves the earbud further into his ear. "Just like my father."
"A surgeon? That's so cool, but... that makes you older than me," she laughs again, his heart skips another beat. "By like... eight years at least."
He looks over at her and eyes her, up and down, "There's no way. You have to be in your twenties, nineteen at least."
"I'm twenty-one," she leans forward in the seat, looking at him. His eyes are a golden color, it's captivating.
"I'm twenty-two," he stares back at her, now that he's carrying on a conversation with her he can't deny that she's gorgeous.
"No way!" she covers her mouth as she tries to process this. "But don't most surgeons become an actual surgeon at like thirty?"
"I graduated high school early and even got to by pass some college courses. I've also gotten my training from my father growing up," he casts his eyes down, this is where people always tell him that he's privileged.
It's not like he cares, there's just something special about her that if she told him that, he'd probably- "That's so cool! I wish I was that smart. Oh, this is my stop! I'll talk to you later, Law, here's my number."
He stares at the doors as they close behind her. She's really special, so he puts her number into his phone and sends her a text message. He doesn't get a response until six or seven, but it's not like he actually cared.
A whole year passes, they grew closer and closer, until Law can't handle the thought of her not belonging to him. So, one day, on the train, they're sitting beside each other-which isn't anything different now-and they're talking. He's not actually paying attention to what's being said, his eyes are just trained onto her lips.
She turns to him, and their eyes meet again. She smiles at him, a blush tainting her cheeks again, before he leans in and places his lips on top of hers. It's Friday, I'm in love.

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