Starstruck (Luke Hemmings)

Ch.7 Favors

*LUKE'S POV*

I started to pull out of the driveway when I saw a black van driving down the street. HOW DO THEY FIND ME DAMNIT?!?!

"Oh, great." I groaned. I got out of my car and walked up the Nicole's house, knocking on the side door that she just went in.

"Go away." She said as she opened the door.

"Look, I'll give you $5,000 if you do me this favor." I begged.

"It's not a favour if you pay for it." She dead panned.

"So is that a yes?" I asked.

And now here we are, pushing my car into her grandma's garage.

"You know, you can help a little." I said. She's not even helping!

"This car wouldn't be moving if I wasn't pushing it." She commented.

"You'll be out of here before morning, right?" She said getting a sleeping bag out from a shelf in the garage.

"Yes. Hopefully no one will ever know I was here." I told her.

"I'll know." She said and then threw a sleepy bag on my head.

"Thank you. Thanks a lot." I commented. "Hey, is there anything up there that I can wear so when I do leave, the paparazzi won't recognise me?" I asked her hopefully.

"You can look in those." She said pointing to some boxes.

"So, is all this really necessary?" She asked. Of course it is woman!

"Yes. Clearly you don't understand. They're everywhere." I told her and she scoffed.

"Paranoid." She sang.

"You know what? Just forget it." I told her.

"Love to." SE said. Finally I found a hat.

"Well?" I said putting it on and turning around.

"That was my grandpa's hat. He used to wear it when he took me fishing." She said smiling. She must have been close to him.

"Oh, wow. I'm sorry. Here." I said taking it of and giving it to her.

"No. You keep it. It looks kind of good on you." She said. Wow, an actual compliment.

"Thanks." I said.

"Anything else?" She asked.

"No. No, I'm cool." I said grabbing the sleeping bag.

"Yeah. So cool you're sleeping in your car." She said turning to walk away.

"Nicole." I said looking at her. She turned back around and looked at me for a second before exclaiming.

"Stop doing that!"

"What am I doing?" I asked. I'm just looking at her!

"Oh, you know exactly what you're doing. In fact, I bet you do it all the time. You give girls that, that look and expect them to fall for you. Well, it's not working with me, so get over it!" We said walking out. Okay then....