disconnected // l.h

[six]

Liking a boy wasn't something I did very often, or frequently, for that matter. I thought boys were cute, of course, but I seemed to only have feelings for those that I thought I had a chance with, which was rare.

Well, along with my poor self esteem, came my liking of Finn McKinely.

He was in my creative writing class, along with Agnus, which wasn't the greatest meeting place, but it had to do. I'd first met him in the early summer admissions back in July, and he seemed to catch my eye straight away.

Finn was a brunette, though sometimes the light changed it to a raven black hue, like mine. He wore those typical hipster glasses, which I always made fun of him for. A cute button nose, dreamy hazel eyes, and an unhealthy obsession with Supernatural.

We talked in class all the time, even during the movies that our professor forced us to watch for inspiration (we were called out for our "unnecessary commentary"). Finn was different than most boys; he seemed to actually care about what I thought of book and movies, and not whether I was a virgin or not.

Calum always said I was pathetic for my "little crush", and I ignored him. He said he'd always had a bad feeling about Finn, but nevertheless, he had a "bad feeling" about fish tacos, and now he eats them like nobody's business.

What I'm saying is, he has no place to judge. He didn't even know him. Well, in all entireity, I didn't know him completely well, either. Hell, he could be a mass murderer for all I knew. But I didn't like to think about that.

We matched, me and him. I had a chance.

But, now, looking at Mr. Know-It-All blondie? I was set in a tailspin.

We were sitting in central park; the nightime sky was beautiful, and the lights around us lit up the browning grass beneath our feet. I pulled at the blades of greenery with my fingers, and looked over at Luke, who had his side facing me. The outline of his sillohette was like a painting; his broad shoulders setting off the muscles in his arms, and his unruly hair sticking up in a million different directions. I was mesmorized for a moment, until he spoke:

"Whatcha lookin' at, Lee?" He leans back on his palms, smirking.

I roll my eyes, and turn away, setting my elbows on my knees and my chin in my hands. "It's been, like, a half hour and we've barely had actual conversation." It was true; Luke seemed to be a man of very few words. Annoying.

"Well, we were walking for most of it." He argues, "Walking and talking is a handful, isn't it?"

I scoff, "Actually, no, Hemmings. Normal people, when they go on walks, learn about each other. They talk." He smiles at me, and turns back forward. His eyes watching the cars whiz past us on the bus road ahead. When he doesn't respond, I sigh, "Okay, let's play 21 questions." He looked over with furrowed eyebrows, and I couldn't help but smile.

"That game is ridiculous." Luke snorted, playing with his phone.

"I'll start," I command, taking my chin out my hands, and shifting my body towards his. Our knees touch, and I jump for a moment, but I hope Luke didn't notice. He's immobile, which I figured would happen, so I was talking to the side of his head. Ugh. "Are you in America for long?"

Luke shrugs, "'Dunno, maybe a few months, or more." He thinks for a moment before speaking again, "Have you and Calum ever--"

"No!" I yelp, maybe a little too loudly. I shake my head at him, while he laughs at me. "No, no feelings. Just friends."

He smirks, "Oh, really?"

I nod, "Ugh, Jesus, you sound like my mom." I shudder thinking of Calum and I being anything more than friends; it was a complete absurd thought. He was like a brother to me (well, actually more like a sister, but don't tell him I said that). "Anyway, what's the absolute wierdest thing that you've eaten?"

Luke's pixie nose scrunched up in deep thought, "Mm, well, it's not anything I've eaten, but in grade nine, Michael made me lick a swingset." He shuddered at the memory, and I burst out laughing, trying to stifle giggles with the palm of my hand.

"No way," I said, "Calum made me do that, too. But in my senior year of high school."

He tilted his head at me, "Did he throw sticks at you and ---"

"Call me a pussy? Yes." I sigh, pulling out the green blades of grass and crushing them from beneath my fingers. "I was sick for a straight month afterwards."

Luke shook his head, and continued on, "Okay, next question," He looks around the park for a moment, observing those couples who walked along the sidewak, even though it was nearing eleven at night. "Team Edward or Team Jacob?"

I thought for a moment, seriously pondering his hard-hitting question. "Team Bella." I reasoned, and he raised an eyebrow, "Bella is an independent angsty teenager, who does not need a vampire or a werewolf to complicate her life."

"Wow," Luke said, leaning back, "You should be a life-coach." He had a lopsided grin on his face, and my heart began to beat a little faster. Leena, shut up, stop it. Finn. Think of Finn.

I agreed, laying back onto the grass to stare up at the dark blue sky, counting the satilites and gray clouds floating about. "What was your first impression of me?"

Luke answered without hesitation, looking down at me, his face was illuminated by the yellow glow of the streetlights, sending shadows over his freckles and cheekbones, "I thought you were a wanna-be punk rocker." I punched him in the arm for this, and he yelped, "Ow! But then again, so am I."

I sighed, closed my eyes, and listened as Luke hummed a Green Day song underneath his breath. Although it was quiet, I could still hear him mutter the words. I tilted my head to his voice, and smiled as he finished up the chorus, "You're an odd one, Luke Hemmings."

"Why, thank you very much, Leena."

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A/N: hey so my exams rn are terrible and i hate school /: but its okay bc luke+leena!! hm who is finn? u shall see >:) love youu x

dedicated to maemae bc she is the cutest n sweetest :))