I'd Never Live » Luke Hemmings

2.8-Hidden Things (part 1)

3rd P.O.V.

Marie's fingers wouldn't stop drumming to the beat that filled Luke's car. Luke couldn't quit fidgeting in his seat, growing more and more anxious and worrisome as each minute passed. Thankfully, it wasn't a long ride, or Luke wouldn't have made it.

Marie's P.o.v.
He keeps moving. Is he really that nervous? What did he plan? "Luke, I swear to god, if this is expensive, I will kill you." I told him as he put a new CD into the radio.

"Don't worry." Luke chuckled. "It wasn't too much. Mostly just things from my house."

"What do you mean?"I asked as Luke just shook his head and smiled.

Minutes later, Luke grabbed my hand and spoke. "Now I know this is totally cliché and shit, but you really do look great. You always manage to look better every single time I lay my eyes on you." I smile at his total cliché.

"Well, Hemmings, thank you."

"Aren't you supposed to say it back, or do you not think I look good?" He said. It sounded like sadness in his voice.

"Nope. That shirt is terrible." I said, pointing to his black button down. Luke frowned and fiddled with the hem.

"Oh. I thought you would like it. D-do you want me to go change into something else?" He asked, extremely fast.

"No, it's fine. Are we almost there though?"

"Um. Yeah, look at the floor, or close your eyes." Luke instructed.

"You're so cliché, Hemmings. Has tour changed you?" I asked as I closed my eyes.

"In a way. I'll come help you out." Then he shut his door and walks over to mine, and pulls it open. He grabs my hand and helps me out. When I was safely on my feet, he shut the door, and placed his hands over my eyes.

"In a way?" I asked as he began to lead me away.

"Um. Yeah. I left for tour, and, I didn't have you anymore. So, if I'm more romantic, maybe you'll stay."

"It's a well thought out plan, I'll admit."

"Yeah it is."

"But-" Then Luke took his hands away from my eyes. "It's beautiful." I gush.

"Not as much as you." Luke says, but I barely hear him. In front of me, was a large gazebo. Lights twinkled, and were wrapped around the poles and banisters. Flowers, mint and purple roses to be exact, were twirled around the lights. Two bouquets were at the base of the gazebo stairs, and one was in the middle of the table placed in the direct middle of the floor. Of course, the entire date was set up along the beach. Totally cliché. Cliché but okay.

"Luke. Did you do all of this yourself?" I asked so quietly it was almost silent.

"Um yeah. Is it okay? I mean, does I look good?" Luke asked rubbing his neck.

"It looks so....magical. It's better than okay. From the tangled webs of roses, and all of the blinking lights, it's extraordinary." Luke gasped.

"What?"

"Nothing..just thought of something.." Luke muttered.

He grabbed my hand and led me to the table. Luke pulled my chair out and pushed it back in, after I sat down, then he sat across from me. Luke pulled the top off of my plate. There, laid two slices of pizza.

I giggled. "Pizza?"

Luke nodded sheepishly.

"Good. I'd rather have something good, than expensive." I say, taking a bite.

"Marie. I need to tell you something. It's really important."
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A/N

I might post the other half tonight, maybe tomorrow, maybe Sunday. Or maybe not.

I have a question, and someone HAS to answer.

Why the hell is Bella paler than Edward in Twilight? Like what the literal fuck?

Anyway...