wrapped books | lrh {rewriting} | joseph is dallas, rewriting still in process

3.7

Weeks later...

"How'd you do on your exams?" Luke asked.

We were lying down on his bed, sideways, facing each other. We've been staring at each other for almost fifteen minutes.

But I was a little annoyed that he brought that up. Its been a week since my finals and hopefully... I did my best. I tried and studied as much as I can, eliminating all distractions of that week, even Luke.

But now after all the exams ended, and summer is officially here, I decided to see him one more time.

"I guess alright." I shrugged. I diverted my gaze to Luke's hand and carefully took it in my own.

"I guess I did alright too." He chuckled, lacing our fingers together.

"Luke..." I breathed out. "Can we talk about something else?"

"What do you wanna talk about?"

I thought for a moment before answering him, "Us."

"What about us?" Luke asked, his features seemed worried.

"I don't know, its just... I don't know what we are and everything and now..." I trailed off, not knowing how to finish what I wanted to say.

"You don't know what status are relationship is in?" He asked, curling his fingers around mine looser.

I nodded slowly, looking down at our hands.

"Maia Katherine?"

I hummed in response, breaking my gaze from our hands and looking into his, once dull but finally electric, blue eyes.

"Will you go out with me?" He asked nervously.

"Did you have to ask?" I giggled. "Because... the last time I said no, you tossed me into the sea."

"I'm sorry." He kissed my forehead, "Will you properly go out on a date with me?"

"Ugh, if I must." I playfully rolled my eyes at him.

"Fuck you." He laughed, rolling over me where he hovered on top of me.

"Yes, I will." I breathed out as he kissed me down my neck.

-

"This is what you call a date?" I looked over to Luke with confusion.

"What?" He shrugged innocently.

"You just dragged me downstairs... to your basement." I scoffed.

"Yeah, but we have foosball." Luke argued, making his way over to the table of tiny soccer players.

"You could've brought down here anytime you wanted."

"No, actually, I can't." He picked up a tiny ball and placed in the center of the tiny field.

"Why not?" I asked, making up next to him.

"Because... Mom always comes down here with Pat." He said blankly, spinning the handles that controlled the tiny soccer players, sending them in a whirl of dizziness.

"Is Pat your Dad?" I asked slowly.

"No, Pat's the reason my dad left." He kept spinning the handlebar.

"Luke." I sighed. I placed a hand on his, making him stop violently, torturing the tiny soccer players.

He didn't look up at me, he held a firm stare with the tiny players. But from what I could see, he was upset.

"Mom cheated on Dad... with Pat." He said quietly.

I flinched when I felt Luke squeeze my hand, I looked down at our now intertwined fingers then looked back up at Luke, who wore a weak smile.