Luke Patterson Imagines (JATP)

Skills and Smiles

You are absolutely hopeless. It was one thing to sign up for this sort of job– artist by hour, some sort of after school nonsense that you were fitting in around your courseload so you could try and make at least a little bit of money– but it's something entirely different to get involved in it like this.

Looking back, there was no reason for you to ever start feeling this way. When Sunset Curve first reached out to you over the opportunity to do the official art for their demo album, you were thrilled. They already had a decent sized following despite just having started, and you'd never created anything half so important as this. That's how it felt, at least, like you were on the cusp of something new, something brighter than you'd ever experienced before. If only you knew how right you truly were.

It wasn't just the job that was special, though, it was the people. Sunset Curve is made up of the four funniest, kindest, most amazing boys to ever walk the earth. You're definitely not biased in that regard, not in the slightest. Reggie Peters cares more than anyone you've met before. Alex Mercer looks out for you every single minute of every single day. Bobby Shaw recognizes the potential in everyone who crosses his path.

And Luke? Luke Patterson, who greeted you with the widest smile you've ever seen the second he met you? Luke, who really should just be a friend? You couldn't pin him down to one specific phrase if you tried. Luke is everything– creative, bold, bright, you name it. More importantly, he's everything to you, but that's because you happen to harbor a crush on him.

You couldn't shake the aforementioned crush if you tried, but oh, how you wish you could. It does not do to spend every afternoon over there in Sunset Curve's studio, pretending you're sketching new designs for them or doing your homework when in reality you're just wishing Luke might finally look up from his guitar and finally notice you as something other than a background character to his stellar world.

It's not like Luke's an asshole about it, it's just true. Luke Patterson is so out of your league it's crazy. Why would he ever look at you as something other than a friend or glorified coworker? Reggie and Alex have teased him enough times about flirting with anything that breathes that you know better than to overthink so much as a smile from him. Just because you happen to think the world of Luke doesn't mean that he has to do the same thing about you.

That doesn't stop you from almost losing your mind every time you hang out with the boy, though. In fact, you're alone with Luke right now, and even though it's pretty obvious Luke doesn't take this to be anything other than a chance to spend time with a friend, you're one accidental brush of hands away from screaming.

You had headed over to the boys' studio early so you could think about some new designs for their albums, both the demo one and potential future numbers. You were given a key to the place a long time ago; the members of Sunset Curve accepted you with open arms and open doors back when you first started drawing for the band.

Apparently they like having someone else there to force them to actually be productive and make music, but you're not too sure about that. You swear that you end up talking to the boys for even longer than they manage to distract themselves, although that's more fun than anything in your book.

So, although you didn't expect anyone to have issues with you showing up to the studio unannounced, you also weren't expecting Luke to be there alone. You stand there for a moment, hovering over the threshold, wondering if you should leave or take this as your chance to finally get closer to him.

Luke sees you and spares you from the indecision. "Come on in, Y/N. I'm not doing a whole lot, just practicing."

You smile at him and step inside. "Technically, if you're practicing that's something. I just don't want to bother you if you're in a songwriting mood."