astrid's pov
Luke and I walked home together on the lit up streets. I could see his blue eyes clearly in the yellow lights. I grabbed onto his and and started to swing them. I giggled things are staring to get back to normal for me anyways, Dylan has to choose and Luke is still pissed at Michael. I jumped onto Luke's back and he lost stability and fell. "I'm sorry!" I screamed but he was laughing. "Wow, I miss when life was simple, last year no drama just love. "Except Crawford." I reminded him. "Except Crawford." He repeated. He is absolutely right. Every thing used to be simple but now it's changed, you can't go back you can't go forward. I just hope it's for the best.
The next morning I woke up in the tight hold of Luke's arms. I didn't want to get out of bed because it was warm and there was no drama here. Once Luke woke up we decided to make everyone pancakes.
I heard foot steps towards the kitchen and I adjusted my view on the door. I saw Calum walk in and Luke shot a glare his way and then Calum's facial expression was guilt.
