white blank page // luke hemmings

07.

isobel's pov

I stand there nervously outside of the giant building, watching as several groups of people enter, none being the person I'm waiting for. 

The longer I stand here, the more anxious I become. Why in the hell had I invited Luke to something as lame as my stupid art exhibit. He's famous. He gets to travel all over the world and perform on stage every night. Why would he want to spend his free night at some fancy exhibit, full of dull artists such as myself.

Maybe I should call him and tell him not to come. I'd probably be doing him a favor. He only agreed to come, I'm sure, because he didn't want to hurt my feelings. 

I hadn't even invited Franky, Bree or Lauren because I knew art wasn't something they'd be interested. Plus I'm still learning a lot about art; I'm not even that great. 

Oh god, why did I invite Luke? I'm such an idiot!

I had just wanted any excuse to hangout with him, so I wasn't using my brain. He's leaving in a week and a half. That's not nearly enough time. After six or so years of getting to know each other, only having a week and a half to actually see eachother is nearly impossible to deal with. 

So when Luke called me this morning, after just seeing him last night for his concert, I invited him to the first thing that came into my brain, wanting to spend every possible waking moment we have together. 

 And now here I am, nearly giving myself a heart-attack. 

"Isobel," A familiar voice calls out, causing me to jump nearly a foot in the air. 

I swing around to see my tall blonde standing there, an amused grin pulling his lips up. My cheeks quickly flash a bright red color as I try to brush off my surprise as if it hadn't happened. Luke reaches forward to engulf me in a warm hug. 

Maybe I should be embarrassed more often. 

"I'm glad you came," I smile over at him as I quickly lead the way into the large building, after catching him glancing over his shoulders nervously. The farther we get away from the public, the more relaxed he appears. 

"What, did you think I was going to stand up you?" He knits his eyebrows together as he wears that damn smirk of his once again, playing with his lip ring with his teeth. 

I have to watch where I'm walking to avoid falling on my face. Luke has proven to be quite the distraction. He was all I was stuck thinking about all day today. I didn't even have time to be worried about my artwork or anything like that. 

Nope, instead my brain was revolving around thoughts of Luke. 

"I mean, there aren't many guys that would like to spend their free time at some lame art show," I shrug, trying to laugh off my nervousness that his evening will turn into some awful, boring night and Luke will never want to talk to me ever again. 

I can't hide the fact that I'm boring forever; he was bound to find out eventually. I like to spend my free time doing art, or reading a book, or going on walks by myself. I'm an introvert to the extreme. 

"Well, first of all, I'm not most guys, unfortunately," He teases, giving me a playful shove with his shoulder, "And second of all, anything involving your art couldn't be lame," He speaks genuine words, causing my stomach to do little flips.

Several people walking past us give us a smile, but they don't even know the half of it. It's funny how you can pass people on the street and have an idea about them, but know literally nothing. I bet not a single person here knows our story. Nor do they know that Luke makes me feel so terrified, yet excited at the same time; the most peculiar feeling in the world.