The Game Show Affect [†] Luke Hemmings

~7~

Today was my day with Ashton... again. To be honest, as much as I like the other guys, I kinda want to have a day with Luke. Our movie nights just ain't cutting it for me. Alas I sadly cannot lie any longer.

I, Blake Mellet/Walker, am experiencing the mindset of a teenage girl. Yep, I think I like Luke Hemmings. A pop star.

How do I know if he likes me back, and even if he did we life in different countries and how do I know he won't hook up with 'beach babes' in Sydney?

You're moving to Australia with your brother in six months, idiot. Why does my mind sound like Luke? Cause you like him!

Am I going nuts? What the actual hell?

With a sigh, I heaved myself off the couch, as the front door opened.

"BLAKEEEE!" A shrill voice, Ashton, screamed, causing me to wince. Why is he always so damn loud? I'm , like, fifteen feet from the front door. Is it really that necessary? I think not. "Guess what me and you are doing, my darling!"

"Why I don't know, Darling," I mimicked his tone, "what are we doing on this day? Because I know what I could be doing. Like, I could be drawing, eating, petting a puppy, litsting reasons I hate your mainstream boy band, read a book, add more items to that list--"

"Okay, okay, I get it." He cut me off. "But you're gonna love this; I promise!"

"What is it?" I asked dumbly.

"Shopping--"

"Ew, ew, no. Let's not. You know, I'm suddenly feeling sick." I put my hands on my stomach, crossed my eyes and poked my tongue out.

"Calm down, you baby." He rolled his eyes. "Its a flea market. There is an art fair going on, thought you'd like it. But I guess not."

"Hah hah hah." I pouted dryly. "Let's go, Bumbo."

"Bumbo? Was that an insult or a pet name?" He laughed, opening the front door.

"Yes." I laughed as confusion crosses his face.

***

When Ashton and I got to that market place, I immediately got lost in a land of childish giddiness. I would freak out over how much I loved this artist, or how I wish I could shade that inhumanly perfect. Whenever I put my ability down Ashton would contradict it with a load of compliments.

Ashton and I took a seat with some food, in the shade of a big Oak tree.

"So, Blake..." Ash trailed of playfully, wiggling his eyebrows and smirking. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

I bursted out laughing, Ashton looking at me with furrowed brows.

"Uh, no." I shook my head.

"Why not?" He titlted his head aside.

"Well..." I trailed off in thought. "I have befriended almost every guy I meet in Manhattan. You know? Like, yeah I think 'oh, he has a nice ass,' and 'omgee he's, like, so cute'! But I guess in the end... Its because I'm scared."

"Scared of what?" Ashton asked.

I sighed, "I didn't really grow up with a good image of what love is. The thirty days my dad actually was home, my mom would always be avoiding him. She'd leave at six in the morning, only returning to sleep. By the time I turned fourteen she'd spend his leave at my grandmas house." I paused, ripping a fistful of grass into my hand. "He works away in the army, and it just didn't work for my mom. On his last leave, they finalized their divorce." My shoulders slumped as I leaned up against Ashton.

His arm wrapped around my shoulder, "Life happens, I suppose."

"Sadly," I laughed bitterly. "That's why I was crying, during first week. If I don't get voted out in four weeks... I won't see him for six more months. And I look up to him, and what he does so much. I miss him."