Vinyl //Muke

Book Reports and Bad Boys

Luke POV.

I spent my entire weekend finishing my book report and editing it. Its a lot of work to get a good grade on a book report for Mrs. Blackwoods class. Lets say she will find every mistake you make and take off two points. So I made sure that I would get at least a passing grade on this report.

Sighing I packed my books back into my bag and threw it in my room, not caring where it landed. I walked back down to the living room where mum sat and kissed her cheek quickly telling her I was going to work.

"Did you want me to make you something so you can take with you in case you get hungry?" She asked before I closed the door on my way out. I thought about it for a moment and shook my head.

"No thanks. I can always go to the tea shop and get something there. Its not that far from work" She nodded and bid me a goodbye before I shut the door.

**

As I walked towards the shop, I picked my head up and saw the familiar head of bright purple hair. I forced myself not to smile because there is always that possibility that he is just meeting someone here. And why would he wanna come back to see me anyway? I quickly looked back down at the ground and opened the door to the shop, walking inside.

"Your not gonna say hello?" I looked up and noticed that he had followed me in and he was actually here to see me.

"Well I didn't know you wanted to talk to me." I stated and grabbed the box that was sitting on the counter and walked around the store putting the vinyls in the right spot. I looked over my shoulder and sure enough he was leaning against a rack of vinyls, watching me.

"I hope you know that watching one's every move is kind of creepy" I mumbled, hopping he heard me. Chuckling he walked over to me and reached into the box and pulled out a Metro Station vinyl. He flipped it over to look at the tracks that where on it and nodded.

"Well I wasn't watching your every move. I was watching your hands move." He placed the record back into the box and leaned close to my ear. I could feel his warm breath hit my ear and travel down my neck as he spoke in a soft, soothing voice that could put just about anyone to sleep. Thinking about that made me also think about his singing voice. If his voice was this light, was his singing just as angelic? Well that is if he can sing. I mean it would make since, since I see him leave the music room all the time and I know for a fact that they sing in there all the time. I mean come on its music. "I'm almost positive your great with your hands" And with that he backed up with a proud smirk on his face. He turned around and left the shop after that, leaving me in a state of utter confusion.

**

"So what was that earlier?" Reagan smirked, putting a lit cigarette in her mouth. I shrugged and looked at the people passing the shop. 

"I have no idea" Sighing I turned around and locked the shop up and handed her the keys knowing she was gonna be here first tomorrow. "How long was he standing there anyway?"

"Almost all day."