I sit crossed legged on the edge of Luke's bed, intently focused on him roam his bedroom for something which I had no idea of. Luke began to swing open the drawers and fling the cupboard doors open, browsing the entire space. I keep quiet, not really knowing what to say after neither of us speaking a word to each other since we got here around fifteen minutes ago. It was beginning to get late and cold; I was beginning to wonder what had even come over me. I know people say change is good, but I'm beginning to feel like I have no idea who I am.
"Looking for something?" I finally question, watching as Luke freezes in his tracks. He slams the waldrobe door shut and spins on his heel so he's facing me.
"None of your buisness," Luke snaps, running a hand through his now messy blond quiff as he anxiously bites on his lip ring. I continue to stare at him plain faced, beginning to wonder if coming here in the first place was one of my best decisions. I began to think not.
"Sorry," I shrug, looking to my fingers I was nervously fiddling with.
Luke lets out a deep sigh, before reluctantly making his way over to the bed so he was sat beside me. I didn't move an inch, there was something daunting about his presense which seemed to make me nervous. I continue to stare into my lap as Luke doesn't move an inch either.
"Thanks," Luke mumbles under his breath, as if he had been building up over the last minute of silence to string the single word together.
"It's cool." I smile to myself, before raising my head to look over to Luke's tired eyes and lazy grin. It was something about whenever he would look in my direction that I would feel butterflies - he just seemed to be something different to what I'm used to. I like that about him.
Luke sends me a nod, before standing back up once again and strolling back over to his waldrobe. I watch him with curiousity, my eyes seeming to not manage to escape from looking at his perfect self. It was like I was drawn to watching his every move, I wanted to observe everything he did because everything he does is so effortlessly beautiful. I like that about him, too.
Muttering a few words to himself in the process, he tosses various shirts around the room - one of the blue ones slapping me in the face - as he continues to scan through his items of clothing. I was somewhat shocked by the amount of colour he had in his waldrobe, since everything was always so plain and black. It was pretty shocking when a t shirt with a sea lion balancing a ball on it's nose came flying in my direction.
"I don't know what one you want, but you can wear one for tonight..." Luke shrugs as he faces me again, holding a few tees in his hands. "I mean, you don't have to. I just figured because you're not wearing - I mean, you are-"
"Thanks." I quickly interupt, jumping off the bed and walking over to Luke. He studies me slowly as I walk over to him and I do the exact same. I slowly take a t shirt out of his hands, choosing the black Rolling Stones t-shirt since it was easiest to reach from his grip.
It was going to be a long night.
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I hadn't realised it was two in the morning until Luke's alarm went off. I had wondered why he had an alarm for 2am anyway, apparently early morning jogs are the best. I of course wouldn't know, since I don't seem to job at 2am or 2pm or at any time in the day.
We had been laying on the bed, leaving a reasonable space between us as Luke talks me through his iTunes library. I had never been too into music myself and Luke was pretty shocked to hear that I hadn't heard some of the bands he listened to.
"I can't believe you've only heard, like, two of the Rolling Stones' songs," Luke gasps, sitting up on the bed and looking to me with his mouth hanging agape. I shrug as I sit up also, not really knowing how to respond.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't realise it was such a crime." I tease back, rolling my eyes.
"Oh, it's a crime alright," Luke almost immediatly agrees with my sarcastic statement. "In fact, you shouldn't even be wearing that t shirt."
I chuckle at his overreaction as he continues to rant on about me wearing the shirt without even knowing the band well enough. "Well, sorry."
"You should be. In fact, you should just take that shirt off right now," Luke says, laying back down on the pillow.
His words seem to hit me like a brick as I slowly process them and think slowly about my next actions. Within the space of ten seconds I begin to go over all the worst possible outcomes in my head, but realise surely there can't be anything worse than what I've already had to go through with this guy. I mean, surely if I wasn't attracted to him I wouldn't be here in the first place. I wanted to show Luke that he doesn't have to treat me like I'm made of glass, I want to be what he wants.
"Okay," I say slowly.
I watch Luke's eyes snap away from staring at his laptop screen as he peers up to me leaning in front of him. He watches me slowly as I watch his adam's apple bob in his throat, his words not seeming to come from his lips as I wonder if I should regret my words.
"Huh?" He chokes out, a small smirk forming on his lips.
I watch him, studying his features as I look for reassurance as I make the next move. I reach for the hem of the t shirt as I slowly bring the material over my body, not tearing my eyes away from Luke's as I continue to watch him to know if this was okay. Honestly, I had no idea where the sudden burst of confidence had appeared from, but I kind of liked it.
I bring the t-shirt over my head as I sit on the opposite side of the bed to Luke in my white lace underwear, neither of us tearing our eyes away from each other. Luke's eyes hesitantly scan my body, causing me to feel conscious. He slowly shuts the laptop and sits it beside him, his body moving into an upright position to face me.
Luke gives me a devilish grin as he looks my body up and down before speaking, "I have to admit, that this is a pretty good site."
I let out a nervous chuckle, feeling my cheeks tint a slight red. I smile to him sheepishly, "That's cute. Although, I'm not too sure I can say the same."
Luke looks almost offended as he looks down to himself before looking back to me and grinning again. I began to enjoy the sudden power I had and I liked knowing that Luke was finding me attractive. Luke takes note of my words as he chews on his lip, as he quickly tears his black tee over his body - allowing me to almost instantly look down towards his toned stomach.
This was going to be a long night. A really long night.
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the ending of this sucks im so sorry and plus its really short ok but i just need to get back into writing this again since its been like 2 months
i havent gone through and editted this story yet so i'll do that this weekend ugh i hate myself for writing 4 fanfics at once and now im so busy with school and cant be bothered but i feel bad making you guys wait so long
anyway this was boring but it was just an introduction back into the fanfic again ok bye
