Larayne's POV
"It's just so difficult, Larayne. Do I seem like the kind of guy who gets his feelings easily across?" He chuckled softly and I found myself intrigued. With my heart pounding from his words moments ago, I strained to focus on the ones he was saying now. "You, you're so comfortable. I bet you wouldn't have any trouble letting a guy know what you really thought, but me, Larayne...I'm not like that. You gotta help me a bit."
Despite the seriousness of the situation, I felt a smile coming on. I realized I hadn't spoken for a few minutes and decided to lighten Luke's tension.
"Okay..." I faded. Maybe I wasn't as good at this 'talking' thing as Luke thought. I shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, suddenly self-conscience. I had always had feelings for Luke; somewhere, in the back of my mind, in the place where I traveled only to think of my wants and wildest dreams, lived the boy with the diamond eyes. He was something I held dear to my thoughts, and thought of deeply, but only for so long. The idea of him was nice, but he was not something that I could ever imagine having to hold for myself. I had always considered those times we had hung out in the beginning, just the two of us, as something that would never happen again, and eventually, I became okay with that.
But as I looked up at him and saw those strained eyes looking back to mine, the ruffled hair falling in his face; as I looked up and saw Luke, I couldn't believe I had ever been okay with that.
Luke's POV
What was she thinking in that head of hers? It seems like there was more silence than words that passed between the two of us, but that had never bothered me before, except now. Now, her silence was making nervous. Hell, I had been nervous since the second I stepped in to her back yard and saw her half-asleep on that hammock. My first thought had been if she was cold; it was quite chilly out for a summer morning, and cloudy. My second had been how easily it was to picture her in this backyard, and not because I was literally seeing her in the yard, but I could practically see a little Larayne spending afternoons out there reading, thinking, imagining. This place was so her that it suddenly felt odd that I had never been there before; it was like I hadn't met a part of her.
"Hey," she said softly, trying to get my attention. Little did she know, she already had it. She'd always had it. "I didn't know you felt that way."
"Well...now you do."
She frowned. "I just...I don't know, I..." she stuttered through her words, and being the selfish person I am, I absolutely needed to hear the end of that sentence.
"Yeah?" I urged.
"It's just really surprising, I don't know. I can't even form a whole thought." Her pale skin flushed pink.
"Surprising?" I asked, stunned and maybe even slightly annoyed. "How the fuck is that surprising to you? I have dropped so many hints there's none left. And I'm not the smoothest, you can see that, but I also think that I'm pretty transparent when it comes to my feelings-"
"Transparent? You are the least transparent person I know. Now Ashton, Ashton's transparent." She laughed, humor alight in her eyes. "Luke, you are opaque."
A laugh escaped me at the way she described me and I shook my head.
"You are as opaque as a brick." Larayne chuckled. "I never know what you're thinking... how you feel. You are an awkward little brick." Our laughter filled the air of the quiet morning and suddenly the tension was gone. I realized it didn't always have to be difficult to talk to Larayne; I didn't have to over think it. I just had to let go.
Her laughter died down and she looked at me with such honesty in her eyes that I knew I could never not- believe a word she said.
Larayne's POV
How could Luke ever think he was a transparent person? Just the thought made me laugh. While it was nice to stand here and laugh like little kids, I suddenly remembered that I wasn't one. I was realistic and rational and...curious. I wanted to ask Luke about that day on the balcony; it was a constant question I held in my mind- had he pulled away because of the sudden entrance of Calum? Or was he not going to kiss me anyway? Or...would he have? It drove me crazy not knowing, but would knowing be better?
My heart was still beating fast from minutes earlier; what he had said was something out of a Jane Austin novel. Any girl would die to hear a boy confess something like that. But it just made my head...and heart hurt.
"An awkward brick, huh? Oh Larayne, you have such a way with words." He swoons and I feel my face deepen to red. "You should be a writer and write a story about me. Call it, 'The Awkward brick'. I'll write the forward."
I shook my head and wondered what it would be like to kiss him.
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Hi guys! woah its been a very long time since I updated last. I say this like every chapter, but hopefully they'll be more often from now on:) Do you like it better when I write from Larayne's or Luke's POV? And i know that at the moment, the story's pretty boring; i always find myself working more on the words and wording than piecing the actual story together, which is a problem:/ but I'll work on that!
anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter
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Fanfiction"His love was like the rain; beautiful and free. He showered her with kisses just as the clouds showered the pavement, and it was true."
