The walk back to my house was silent, cold and almost lonely. Luke had began to hover behind me instead of keeping a close distance, but I just allowed him to do as he pleased. Maybe I did like Luke in more of a way than a friend and perhaps this was the first time I had felt like this towards a guy, but Luke was going through a rough time and clearly I had no right to question his feelings on me - in fact, I had no plans on doing so in the future either.
I decide to give myself time to think and wonder what I'm doing. Sleeping on a beach for a boy I feel like I've known for five minutes and now willing to cause drama with my parents for him just seemed completely unreal and stupid. I felt like this was something you would do when you were twelve and some boy in the playground would wink at you and you'd just be like oh my gosh, we are meant to be! But Luke was no twelve year old boy, willing to chase - but I however am that twelve year old girl convincing myself of the best.
It was honestly freezing; I felt as if my hands were going to fall off. My jacket wasn't really helping too much, even though it was warm and snug on the inside. Luke didn't look cold, he just looked sad. I felt like it wasn't really my place to be getting too involved with him, especially since he didn't care about me the way I care about him - but I felt the need to have to.
"If your parents kill me," Luke mumbles from behind me, causing me to snap out of my train of thoughts, "My biggest regret will be not buying a cat called Bob,"
I furrow my eyebrows and chuckle, stopping to allow Luke to catch up to me so we now walk beside each other.
"Why Bob?" I chuckle as I question his oddly blurted statement, fascinated as to why he now felt the urge to allow me into this deep and dark secret of his.
"Bob the Builder is the shit and I like cats," Luke shrugs, cracking a smile as he looks over to me.
"Right," I nod, finding myself grinning at him. I mentally slapped myself every time I was grin to Luke because he was probably wondering why I'm even smiling like a twat in the first place. It was that feeling of anything someone could say or do; would have my stomach fluttering with butterflies and my mind spinning. It was obvious from the moment I had first met Luke that he had this charm about him, but honestly, I didn't think it would work.
I was just one of many girls, who he managed to charm with his insanely handsome smile, sexy accent and that lovable vibe he gives off whenever he looks in your direction. And to him I guess I'm just his friend, but honestly, I think I'm okay with that.
We turn down the road to my street and instantly I begin to fear the worst. I'd been too busy acting like a child and day dreaming about the gorgeous boy beside me, that I hadn't even made a plan.
I guess I could lie that I was going to a friend's house, but my parents know I have no friends. I could say I'm going on a camping trip with the school, but Lord knows I hate everyone in that Hell hole. I guess I could tell them I am going to stay the night with this sexy, crazily irritating, danger provoking guy - but they'd probably think I'm on crack and never let me leave the house again.
We get the outside of my house, Luke and I just staring towards the house side by side as neither of us have any idea of the next step.
"So do you have any idea how we do this?" I ask hopeful, still continuing to stare at the front door.
"I could just go knock and explain that-"
"I really don't think that's going to work, sweetie," I say - unintentionally meaning to allow a pet name to slip from my lips, as I pray he hadn't even picked up on it. Sweetie? What am I, seventy?
"Did you just call me sweetie?" Luke scoffs, neither of us still turning to face each other. I blush at his words, knowing that now really wasn't the time since my parents could walk out any moment.
