blurb 2/2 i wrote for a college!5sos blurb night (even tho this one turned out to be a bit longer than a blurb whoops) on tumblr so i decided to post them here too bc who doesnt love frat boy 5sos
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"Hi," a cute blonde said shyly as he approached you, plopping down onto the couch next to you. You shifted away from him slightly, cocking an eyebrow at him.
"You're not drunk, are you?" you asked cautiously.
"No..." he trailed off, "Do you need me to be? Because I'll go down a bottle of Jack right now if you want." You relaxed, giggling softly as you returned to your previous position.
"As impressive as that would be, I would rather you didn't," you told him. He smiled at you, leaning back against the cushion.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Y/N."
"I'm Luke," he smiled again, "What brings you here? I don't remember ever seeing you before."
"I was invited," you murmured, leaning back as well.
"By who?"
You nodded toward the staircase where the boy who had originally asked you to come to the party with him was making out with another girl. Luke furrowed his eyebrows and turned back to you.
"Jared invited you? And he just ditched you?" You shrugged and he went on, "Why'd he do that?"
You laughed bitterly, "Apparently, refusing to suck his dick was a real deal-breaker for him." Luke sighed and rubbed his temple as if this has happened before – although it wouldn't surprise you if it had.
"If he bailed on you, why are you still here?" he asked.
"I wouldn't be if I knew how to get home," you sighed, "And my roommate doesn't get off work until 4, so he wouldn't be able to come if I called anyway."
"Well, I'd be happy to take you home," Luke said, "Being left alone at a frat party is no fun." The corner of your mouth twitched slightly.
"Do I look alone to you?" you asked simply. The blonde couldn't help the red tint on his cheeks, but you didn't even notice. "I suppose I'm still here because I'm waiting for someone interesting to talk to," you said.
"Oh, really?" he chuckled, happy you didn't see his blush, "You find anyone yet?"
"Depends on how long you're going to stay with me," you grinned slightly, looking back at him.
"Be careful what you wish for," he winking teasingly, making you laugh.
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It had been about two hours since you met Luke and started talking to him. You learned quite a bit about the blonde boy – and even came to find out he was in your philosophy class, he just sat all the way in the back so you never noticed – and you found yourself really enjoying his company.
But your moment was cut short when the guy who ditched you came stumbling over.
"Hey, princess," Jared slurred, obviously drunk, making you scrunch up your face in disgust, "You gonna-"
"Still not sucking your dick," you said monotonously, not even looking at him. Luke snorted softly, obviously trying not to smile.
"What the hell is so funny, man?" he asked, shoving Luke's arm roughly. You went to speak, but the blonde put his hand on your knee, making you look at him. He smiled at you and shook his head before turning to his friend.
"She's a funny girl, Jared," Luke replied, "Maybe you would have known that if you had more respect for women."
"I respect women," he scoffed.
"Waiting 10 minutes after getting to a party to ask them to suck your dick is not respectful," Luke said firmly, "How would you like it if someone talked to your sister that way?" Jared simply grumbled an apology to you before walking away.
"Thanks," you murmured, leaning onto Luke's arm. He smiled again, patting your thigh. "It sucks that guys have to think about it happening to someone they care about to realize it's wrong though," you commented.
"Yeah," Luke chuckled softly, rubbing circles on your skin, "I swear, if my son ever talks to a girl like that... Well, I don't know what's I'll do, but it won't be pretty."
You laughed loudly, hiding your face in his shoulder as people around you looked at you. As you were calming down, you were breathing slowly, so you were able to smell Luke's cologne. You didn't want to move from his shoulder, but you didn't want to weird him out either, so you picked yourself back up.
"You know," Luke said with a tiny smirk, "For someone who hasn't been drinking, you laughed really hard just then. I mean, even I know that joke wasn't that great."
"Everything is ten times more hilarious at 3am, Luke," you reminded him, shoving him playfully.
"I think it's because you're more tired than you're letting on," he chuckled, "Come on, I'll take you home. Where do you live?" You told him the name of the apartment building right off campus, earning yourself another small laugh. "That's not even a 10-minute walk from here," he informed you, "You could have been home hours ago." You shrugged as he gave your thigh one last squeeze and stood up.
"I still had fun," you replied, taking his hand when he offered it to you and letting him pull you to your feet.
"Really? And why's that?" he asked, leading you to the front door and out of the house.
"I think you already have a pretty good idea," you grinned, squeezing his hand to remind him that he hadn't let go of it.
Luke simply pulled you closer, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. You laid your head on his shoulder and talked about nonsensical things on the way back to your place.
When the building was in sight, Luke squeezed your hand again.
"So," he cleared his throat, "I'm guessing your experience with Jared kinda turned you off from frat guys, right?"
"Would I have let one walk me home if he had?" you returned.
"Maybe," he said, "It's dangerous for a girl to be walking home alone at this hour."
"I don't know if you've noticed, Luke, but I'm not exactly the kind of girl guys are jumping at the chance to go out with."
"What about Jared?"
"All he wanted was a favor," you shook your head, "He wanted a blow job in return for a pity date."
"A pity date?" Luke furrowed his eyebrows.
"You know: A pity date," you said, "A guy tells a girl he's interested in her and asks her on a date and a while into the night, he asks for a hook-up and when she says no, he says that's the only reason he asked her out, usually thrown around with a few choice insults."
"He actually said that to you?" Luke seemed so bewildered by the concept – unintentionally proving to you that he was one of the few decent guys out there.
"I'm willing to bet at least 85% of the girls at this school have heard that at least once in their lives."
"How have I never heard of that?"
"You're what us women like to call a miracle," you replied, "It's actually a good thing that you had no idea what that meant."
"I can't believe he said that to you," he mumbled, more to himself than to you. You tilted your head up and saw his jaw was clenched slightly, clearly mad about what his brother had done.
"Luke," you said, making his expression soften as he looked at you, "Do you believe everything happens for a reason?"
"In some cases," he said, cocking an eyebrow, "Why?"
"Would you have come over to talk to me if I hadn't been sitting alone?" you asked simply. He let out a breathy chuckle and held your hand a little tighter.
"I guess not," he answered, "So if everything happens for a reason, does that mean that the reason it didn't work out with Jared was because it was supposed to work out with me?"
"Whoa, you haven't even asked me out on a date," you squeaked, trying to contain your smile but you knew it wasn't working.
"Will you go on a date with me?" Luke asked shyly, "And not a pity one either; I want to take you on a real date." You giggled softly, nodding your head.
"I would love to," you accepted.
As you approached the front doors to your apartment building, Luke nervously asked if he could hug you. You smiled at him, standing up on your toes and wrapping your arms around his neck. He hugged your waist firmly, and even snuck a kiss on your cheek before you both let go.
"I-" Luke cleared his throat again, "I, um, I'll pick you up tomorrow night? U-Unless you already have plans or you don't want to go out with me so soon, th-then I'll come next week. Or we could-"
"Tomorrow, Luke," you cut him off, smiling at how nervous he was.
"Tomorrow," he nodded, letting out the deep breath he didn't realize he was holding, "Goodnight, Y/N."
"Goodnight," you whispered, reaching up and pecking his cheek, leaving him a blushing mess as you went into your apartment building.