fixed // luke hemmings

nine

ffs i'm so pissed off bc i literally just wrote loads and then wattpad decided to fuck up and it all got deleted.

aNYWAY MALEX KISSED?¿¿ (alex and michael)  i'm sorry if you didn't want that to happen (*cough* yasmin) but tOO BAD BC ITS MY STORY AHAhaggahaha

so this story is probably going to have 40 chapters bc i haven't even got to the plot twist/problem yet (hurry up issy) but i will soon okay and im going to start writing a lot of drama and stuff in the next few chapters so gET READY TO HAVE A BLAST

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Ever since I arrived at Luke's, he knew something was up straight away.

"Tell me," he says, a serious look on his face.

I laugh, "Tell you what?"

As I make myself comfortable on his bed, I try to hide my facial expression. He stands by the door still, his arms crossed.

"Oh please, I know you and I know that something's up,"

"Luke, give a rest. I'm perfectly fine,"

He studies my face, his eyes squinting as if he's searching for clues on my face.

"What do you want to do?" I ask, trying to get him to snap out of it.

Luke doesn't say anything.

"Luuuuke!" I say as I chuck a pillow at him.

He lifts his arm up before it comes in contact with his face.

I can't tell him about Michael but he knows me inside out. As soon as he notices any awkward tension between Michael and me, he'll get it straight away. But how can I convince him that there's nothing wrong?

//flashback//

"Michael stop. We shouldn't," I say, pushing his chest back.

"Oh come on, you like me and I like you," he groans.

"But I don't like you. At least not in that way,"

He steps closer to me but this time I take a step backwards. This can't be happening. Luke will hate me forever.

Michael reacts to my words as if I've just slapped him, "I- I thought you did,"

"I'm sorry Michael," I cry, turning around to walk off.

I feel his touch on my shoulder, stopping me, "I really like you Alex,"

"But you don't though. You think you do but really you know nothing about me,"

"I know that you're a beautiful girl who's always up for anything. You're funny and brave and always keep us company when we have nothing to do. You make our lives better, without realising,"

I blink quickly, trying to stop the tears from escaping my eyes. I'm not even sure why I'm crying.

"It will never work, Michael. You've got to understand that. Why can't we just be friends?"

"Because I don't want to be just friends! Can't you see that?"

"I'm sorry, please don't hate me," I say before walking fastly to get away.

I cry as soon as I get back, falling onto my bed.

//flashback over//

We're supposed to all hang out tomorrow, as I meet Ashton, the newbie. How am I going to do this? More importantly, how is Michael going to do this? I can't date Michael and I don't know why I ever thought it would be fun. When he kissed me I wanted to like it. I wanted to kiss him back. But I just couldn't. Nothing felt right, there was no sparks, no tingles down my spine, no nothing.