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Description: Ever since Y/N and her boyfriend Luke found out that they both I have a love for Star Wars, they've planned to have a marathon. But, when it's finally the day something clouds over Y/N's mind, leaving a worried Luke, and Y/N with a huge burden on her shoulders. Will she tell him the truth?
Warnings: Suggestive dialogue, physical touching ( My face is very red right now lol ), mild angst, fluff.
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=Luke Skywalker=
"AH!" I jump, almost spilling my popcorn everywhere. "Luke! You gotta stop doing that." I put a hand over my heart as it pounds against my ribcage.
"What do you want me to do? I said I'd be over a eight." He looks at his watch, reading over the time to make sure he got it right.
"Ugh," I groan. "You could at least poof outside my door and announce yourself."
"But, that's no fun." He pouts moving over towards my bed. "I missed you." He smiles while plopping down beside me. "You haven't been at rehearsals lately."
My stomach's drowning in butterflies as he scans over my face multiple times, trying to read me, no doubt. "I've been busy," I lie.
"Hmm..." He leans closer, pushing a piece of my hair back behind my ear.
I flinch a little, which he doesn't seem fazed by. My mind somehow forgets that I can touch the ghosts, unlike Julie. It still remains a mystery why I can even see let alone have the ability to feel them. "You're going to make me spill popcorn all over my bed," I say. I push him away, interrupting his movements. He was going to kiss me, are we even there, yet? It would've been my first kiss if I let him do it. I can't have my first kiss be on my bed, can I?
"What's going on in that pretty little mind of yours?" he asks.
Heat rushes to my cheeks. "Nothing," I lie again. "Are we going to get this Star Wars marathon started, or what?" I form my lips into a tightline to suppress my grin.
He gazes into my eyes for a moment. "Okay," he simply says. I couldn't tell what the tone that laces his voice was. But, it wasn't good.
I grab the remote, clicking on The Phantom Menace, ironic. I grab another remote, dimming down the lights. I guess having rich parents has its perks. My hands go for my popcorn, as I stuff my mouth with it.
I hear a chuckle beside me, making me look over. "What?" I question, with my cheeks puffed out. "What's so funny?" I interrogate.
"I didn't know my girlfriend was half chipmunk." I roll my eyes.
I try to swallow the rest of the popcorn down quickly without choking myself. "I would offer you some, but..." I gesture to him.
His eyes nearly made me faint. He looks like a lost puppy dog in the rain. "It's okay," he whispers, waving it off.
