-Luke's POV-
She just snuggled closer to my chest. I was quite shocked. I lightly wrapped my hands around her. " I'm sorry," she whispered, pulling away. She was blushing. " No it's fine. Listen, I think you should stay at my place tonight. I wouldn't want you roaming the streets at night would we?" She nodded, and I took her hand,and we walked to my house. I took out my phone and started texting Ashton to say I had to go somewhere really important and that I would make it to band practice later. I unlocked the door and pranced in. She gasped. " It's been a long time since you've been here. There's been some changes." she still looked dumbfounded. I laughed at her shocked face. She punched my shoulder and bounded away to the bedroom to put away her stuff.
(That night)
Ashley and I were sitting on the couch watching mean girls. She flopped her hand on my head. " I've seen this movie a billion times!!" She whined.
" But it's my favorite movie!" I pouted. She laughed. " I have to go to bed. I'll see you tomorrow Luke."
" Good night ash,"
" Good night Luke"
I made my way up the stairs into Luke's room. One picture caught my eye. I bounded over to his mirror. I was everywhere. All over his mirror. What? I thought he hated me! I thought I was just a toy for popularity! I shrugged, I would investigate more tomorrow. I changed into a green day T-shirt that was too big and climbed into bed. I turned out the light and tried to fall asleep.
I woke to the sound of tapping on glass. I bolted up in bed. It was just a tree. But I had trouble getting back to sleep. I glimpsed at the bedside clock. It's green digital letters glowed, 4:35 am. I stretched getting out of bed. I tiptoed down the stairs. Luke was fast asleep on the couch, wrapped in a snuggy. " Luke," I said tapping his shoulder. No response. " LUKE!" I whispered/screamed. " What!" He bolted up. " Shit, it's 4:00 in the morning ashley what do you want?"
" 1. It's 4:35 am to be exact and, can you come sleep with me? I can't get back to sleep.'' His expression softened.
" You sure?" He questioned. " You don't want me hogging all your covers do you?" He said, smirking.
" No I don't mind,''
He followed me to the room and we flopped down on the bed. I snuggled closer.
" I missed you Luke,"
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Love at first fist
Teen FictionAshley is 17 years old, and she lives with her drunk abusive mom. Her dad died in a car accident when she was 4 so she doesn't remember him much. Her life is even worse at school. Luke hemmings, the school bully beats her. How can she tell him she h...
