The Game Show Affect [†] Luke Hemmings

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Luke's POV --

I shuddered as Quinn and I entered the house. For our day out we went to a movie. The whole time she had her hand on my lap and slowly reached for my... Uh, crotch. It was miserably awkward to say the very least. As soon as I unlatched Quinn from my arm, I hurried to the washroom; simply because it was the only way to avoid her as I was the only guy home, and I didn't know where to find Delta or Jessa. I would look for Blake, but I know she's out with Ashton.

So the girls of the house didn't assume I was wanking off, I left the washroom. As I stepped into the hallway, Blake was walking my way with her head down. Not looking like she had been crying, but like she was flustered and needed time alone. I wanted to go ask her whats bothering her, but that's apparently what Ashton's for. She seems to be a bit more serious with him. So I let her go and started towards the living room.

Ashton's face lit up when he saw me and he pulled me back down the sane hallway I had just come from. We entered the room labeled with Jessa's name. He must've arranged something with Jessa, because she was there smirking. She sat on her bed, typing away on her computer.

"Don't mind me, or anything." Jessa rolled her eyes playfully, placing her headphones on, muttering under her breath, "its not like this is my bedroom."

Ashton giggled before quickly shaking her off and regaining his game face and placing his hands on my shoulders, "Blake. I'm here to talk about Blake."

"Okay." I nodded smoothly, attempting to hide my excitement.

"I don't think Blake doesn't necessarily not like you." Ashton smiled lopsidedly.

"Huh?" I asked.

"There's a chance that Blake likes you." Ashton rephrased himself impatiently. "Its just... Well, I can't tell you. Its not my place. Okay? But I can tell you she's scared. She said she's scared to fall. If you want to even have a chance with Blake, you need to show her how love can be. Sweet, loyal, forever."

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Blake--

I had an earbud in, blasting some of the music and currently playing Ashes Like Snow. The leather book that I had received was sprawled across my lap as I sketched, almost violently.

You know those things you want no one to see? Not because its inappropriate or specifically bad, but just because it was something for you to see? That's what this was. I didn't want anyone to see it, because it expressed my weakness. The sad-no-fun side of me. The one I was certain nobody would like. It was an image of a girl crying on her knees, looking up at the sky where there was silhouettes of many things.

One that resembled my father, so a man in bulky uniform. Another that resembled how much I miss my boys and my brother. There was one that resembled a gravestone, because last year my cat got hit by a bus after eating Kians hamster. Karma I guess. The last one... Well four I guess, were the boys. Above the silhouette of Luke were swirls, representing my conflicting emotions about dating and love interests.

A knock sounded at my door, I jumped, flipping the page and humming a 'come in'. The door slowly opened and Luke slipped in sheepishly. He had changed from the time he arrived back to the house and into sweats and a fitted T-shirt.

"Want to hang out? I've got doodling space." He stuck out his arms and smiled crookedly.

I bit my cheek, before giving him a smirkish smile, "Let me get changed and I'll meet you downstairs."

"Okay." He nodded... Remaining in place.

I cleared my throat, "Uh, Luke?"

"Yeah?"

I giggled, "Get out?"

"Oh!" He blushed furiously, ducking his head as he hurried away.

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Special thanks to -Louke- for motivating me to write this story. Was gonna put this in the last chapter but I forgot. Oopsies ;)