Never Be || Luke Hemmings

thirty

a/n is this one of those thick a/ books ur being forced to read by ur literature teacher yet i mean thirty chapters wao

thirty; hairy styles

I went trick or treating with my friend Katie.

We went to pick up my other best friend, Ella.

"Why are we trick-or-treating again? We're too old for that." Katie complained.

"Betch, please, I'm five." I scoffed.

Katie gave me a "Does she have problems" scared look.

I rolled my eyes and laughed.

Tsk tsk. Katie belongs with those type of people that never enjoy their teenagehood and try to jump straight to adulthood.

Technically, we were half-children, half-adults. Isn't that how puberty works?

I'm pretty sure puberty messed up on me, because I'm 3/4 a child.

"I WANT SNICKERS!" I gasped as we saw an old lady handing out big ol' Snickers.

"That's Ella's house! That must be one of her relatives." Katie mused.

Pfft, Ella, shmella, where are my Snickers at?

I headed over to the old lady who gladly handed me three Snickers bars.

I said thank you like five times before Ella popped out with a big smile on her face.

We hugged each other, and just before we were about to go in, my phone started ringing.

Everyone went in but I stayed outside for a moment.

Guess who I was talking to.

Ding ding ding! You got it right - Luke.

"Uhm, you left your other clothes here and I don't know what to do with them." He said very awkwardly.

"Wash them, idiot." I laughed.

"Oh. Right. No, no, I knew that. I just..." He trailed off.

"Look who's awkward now." I answered smoothly.

I'm way better at talking over the phone or texting than face-to-face, oops.

"Yeah, uhm, about that." He began.

My heart began to pound.

"I don't think we, uhm... I don't think we should've kissed. I mean..." He continued.

"Yes, I really like yo - Wait, what?"

"It was a mistake, Avery, I-I'm sorry."

"Oh." I bit my lip, tears already on their way.

No. Stop. Don't cry. This is your fault, for leading yourself on when clearly the feelings were stupid.

"Then why'd you say you love me?" I asked in the best voice I could muster. "You-you can't just do that to a person."

"We've always said 'I love you' to each other, Avery... Uhm, I don't think we should anymore."

I wanted to hang up.

He was right.

"Yeah, you're right. We shouldn't." I replied, ignoring my welled up eyes. "I guess it was just the heat of the moment."

"Mmhmm." He answered back. "I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry, I just - Great, now you're going to think I'm a weirdo, I just-"

"Avery, it's my fault for leading you on, not yours. Besides, you're a weirdo, I'm a weirdo, remember?"

Titanic?

"Yeah. Uhm, bye." I replied before hanging up quickly.

I kicked a rock under a table and covered my face with my hands, drying the tears.

Someone opened the door.

A dude with brown hair and green eyes.

"My sister and her friend are waiting for you inside." He told me in a British accent.

"Were you adopted?" I asked immediately.

"What?" He frowned.

"Ella's not British, nor is any of her family."

"Yeah, I was." He chuckled. "Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"I doubt that." He sighed. "You're, uhm, Avery, right?"

"Yeyuh." I answered, trying to sound like my regular self.

My heart was still caught in my throat.

"That's a beautiful name." He told me softly.

"Thanks, I got it for my birthday."

He laughed. "I'm Edward. Edward Brooks."

"Oh." I laughed. "I knew that. Ella Brooks, Edward Brooks... Y'all sound British, even though only you are."

"Yeah. Hey, are you by any chance going somewhere after trick-or-treating?"

"I'm going home." I answered.

"Yeah, but like, nowhere important, right?"

"Yes. I'm going to my room to sleep."

"Avery, you know what I mean." He gave me a hopeful smile.

I sighed. "Not anywhere important, I guess."

"Uhm... Do you want to go somewhere with me?" He asked.

I bit my lip, thinking. Finally, I spoke up with a small smile, "You know how to ride a motorcycle?"

author's notE

i heard oxygen and magnesium were going out together, and i was like, OMG