sincerely yours || luke hemmings au

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dear ness,
good, it's a date. i and the empty contact form on my phone eagerly await friday night. maybe we can go bowling, too. who knows? (:
i think the cello is cool, and reading is always a good pastime. nothing lame there. also, peanut allergies are cool, too, in a way. like, how cool is it that you cant have pb&j? super awesome. (sarcasm, obviously. pb&j's are the shit. i'm gonna find some peanut free peanut butter for you. just wait.)
i think the question asking has seen it's last day. let's talk about other things. what's your family like? crap, that was a question. oh, well. maybe the question asking isn't over. we'll see.
random fact about me; i want to get a lot of tattoos someday.
sincerely yours, Luke (the loser)

She looked at the note and then down at her phone. Today was Wednesday, only two days before her unofficially official date with Luke. Luke, whose last name she didn't know. Luke, who she had only spoken to twice in person. Luke, who she reluctantly admitted was breaking her walls one note at a time. She was excited and terrified for Friday, and yet she still couldn't help but beam every time she thought of it.