Safety Pin • Luke Hemmings

Chapter 8

"1.) If you had only one sense which would you want?" I asked Luke as we sat on opposite ends of the dining room table.

Doing this project at home required a lot more of us spending time together than either of us wanted.
It was a Wednesday night and all I wanted to do was go home and finish this week's paper on the questions.

Me and Luke had come up with the 'unbiased' strategy of writing down our answers crumbling them into a ball and throwing them at each other. It relieved a lot of stress and made sure we weren't saying the opposite of the other person on purpose.

I scribbled down my answer and threw it at Luke's head as he threw his paper at mine.

I opened it and let out a groan at the same time he did. We were never going to get a matching answer, "taste really?" I asked unamused.

"Come on, you'd rather listen to music than not be able to taste pizza?" He asked making me nod. "Obviously, I'm a musician."

"So am I but I know priorities!" He huffed.

"sorry ones," I mumbled causing him to throw the paper back at me.

"2.) If you could know how you would die, would you want to?"

I scratched down my answer again, tossing it at him and catching his paper.

"Why the hell would you want to know how you die?" I asked Luke, throwing the paper behind me.

"So I can avoid it and live forever. Obviously." Luke said like it was the simplest thing ever.

"3.) What would you rather throw away: love or money?"

Again, we repeated the same actions, throwing the paper at Eachother.
"Geez glad to know you would have thrown me away for money," I said sarcastically.

"Who said I ever loved you?" He shot back throwing the paper I had written money on, at me.
I rolled my eyes at him reading the next question,

"4.) Is home a place or a feeling?"

I wrote FEELING in big block letters annoyed with this whole project already and lazily threw it across the table.

Luke's paper read place, which I could see because he was always at his house.

"Aren't you sappy?" He said sarcastically throwing the paper behind him, "read the last one so you can leave."

I laughed sadly at the question before reading it off. "5.) Are you closer with your mom or dad?"

Luke's face turned into a grin as he tried to hold back a laugh but successfully failed. I gave in too and started laughing the same sad laugh. God, we were messed up.
"Do we need to answer this?" Luke asked smiling at me sadly as well.

I shook my head knowing Luke's dad was probably in Texas or something and my mom was 6 feet under.
I scribbled down all our answers in my notebook and closed it before standing up.

"Bye hemmings," I said pushing out my chair.

"Bye Geo." He said standing up his self.

I wish he'd stop calling me that. I wished everyone would stop calling me Geo, especially Liam.

I opened up the door as soon as a knock hit it. Jasmine Hodge stood there hand hovering above the empty air.

"Oh... Georgina. Hi." She said smiling awkwardly.

I loved women but I wanted to push her into the wall and stomp her like a cockroach.

I didn't say anything as I pushed past her out the door and started walking across Luke's lawn to my house.

I sure hated living next door to Luke. Like we could have moved anywhere in the entire area of Australia and we had to move right next door.

I remember I met Luke right on that sidewalk 5 years ago.

We were 12 or so, it was my first day at the new school after me and Ashton moved here.

I kicked rocks on the sidewalk while walking home from the bus stop. The bus dropped us off so far away that I wished it would drop me off a hair closer.

This kid had been following me home the entire way, I didn't know where he lived or who he was but he just kept following me.

Finally, I stopped and turned around huffing, "Are you going to follow me all the way home?" I asked glaring at the boy. He had spikey Blonde hair and blue eyes and he looked terrified.

"Uh, I live this way." He said pointing in front of us in the direction of his house.

"Oh." I said taking back my glare, "That's fine then. I'm Georgina." I said holding out my hand which he hesitantly shook.

"Luke." He said.

I smiled, "I like your Nirvana shirt. My dad says I'm too young to listen to them but I still do. I'm really into Bon Jovi right now though. My favorite song by them is Livin' On a Prayer. I don't know I just like the lyrics of it."

I talked Luke's ear off now walking next to him. He never told me to shut up or interrupted me, he just listened.

"My dad loves bad medicine but ahh, I don't get the hype. I mean he says I'll like it when I'm older but I don't know. He's teaching me how to play guitar right now. Isn't that cool? I'm going to be the next Orianthi or Joan Jett."

"This is my house," Luke said for the first time talking.

"Hey, I live next door. You should come over sometime and I'll teach you guitar too!" I smiled.

He sent a small smile back but nodded. "Bye Geo."

"My name not Geo." I had laughed at him.

He shrugged walking into his grass, he turned around and yelled back
"Geo is your rock star name!"

'Who said I ever loved you?'