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I ran around the house frantically looking for my plaid shirt.
Where the fuck is it?!
I scanned the room, till I saw a little tuck of red and black stripes, poking from under my bed.
Aha! I did a happy dance, grabbing the shirt, and throwing it on over the black tank I was wearing, along with some jeans with a couple holes in them.
I ran to grab my sunglasses, placing them on my face, before grabbing my black doc martins and slipping them on.
I sighed of relief as I looked at the clock.
3:32
I made my way out of the door, grabbing my keys on the way.

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As I pulled up to Starbucks, I started tapping my foot.
A nervous habit of mine.
I sighed, here goes nothing.
Slowly, I opened my door, stepping out onto the warm pavement.
I walked up to the entrance, glad that no fans knew that Luke was here.
When I walked in, I saw a man in the corner with a newspaper hiding his face, I turned my head the other way to see a couple of girls, wearing uggs, of course, with some leggings as well.
I rolled my eyes at the "common white girls", what has this generation done to me?
I walked up to the boy at the counter, who was staring at me like a weirdo.
"Um hi?" I raised my eyebrows.
He looked me up and down and licked his lips, causing me to run back outside.
I bumped into someone as I ran out the door.
"Oh I'm so so sorr- danni?"
I looked up at the boy, who was honestly very tall, when I realized it was the one and only..

Luke hemmings.