"Stuck In The Friend-Zone Again and Again"

"Make Up Plans"

Paris's P.O.V.

I woke up in Luke's bunk, in the position of the little spoon.
I had never spooned before; it was nice.
"Hmmm," I hummed, happy with my position curled up with Luke, curling my face further into Luke's neck.
"Good morning," Luke whispered into my ear.
"Morning," I whispered back. "What time is it?"
Luke grabbed his phone; "7:23."
I sat up quickly and smashed my head off the top.
I winced, and vaguely wondered how Luke sat up at all with how tall he was.
"I'm late!" I said hurriedly, trying to get down from the top bunk quickly, but failing, since I was trying not to hit a sleeping Michael below.
Luke smiled softly and chuckled, shaking his head. "Hang on, I gotcha."
I pulled myself back up the little way I had shifted.
He slid down easily (goddamn his tallness) and held out his arms.
"I'll break you!" I protested.
"How do you think you got up there? I bridal carried you to bed last night and lifted you up into the bunk," Luke laughed. "Come on!"
I sighed, and shuffled to the very edge of the bunk and held out my arms.
Luke put his hands under where my arms met my shoulders and lifted me down with ease.
"Thanks," I said. "Now turn around!"
"What?" He asked, confused.
"I don't have time to shower, I have to change!" I explained.
Luke just nodded and turned around.
I pulled off my PJS and pulled on on my Roots track pants and my grey XXVI shirt (Cameron Dallas and Nash and Hayes Grier's Aeropostale line).
I told Luke he could turn around and threw my hair into my signature messy bun.
I slid on my black Toms and grabbed my backpack from the floor and removed the previous day's textbooks and dug out the right one (English).
"Like you need an English textbook," Luke scoffed.
"Not really, no. This is my best subject," I agreed, sitting down next to him on the couch.
Luke looked around, seeming to check to see if the other boys were sleeping.
"I know you said you get anxiety and panic attacks, but I've been wondering: do you have an anxiety disorder?"
I sighed. "Yeah, I do."
"You could have told me," Luke said.
"I know, I just... I didn't want you to treat me different. Even after today, you all treated me like a porcelain doll. I'm still the same Paris you've been messing around with for all this time," I explained.
Luke nodded understandingly. "I just... I had suspicions, and then I still went off with the boys after you told us not to and then... you know... and I felt so bad because I could have stopped it and-"
"Luke, it's fine," I cut him off. "Like I tell people, you get used to worrying about everything too much all the time."
"But you shouldn't have to!" Luke protested.
I shuffled closer to him on the couch. "Think of it this way:" I said, "you and the boys shouldn't have to deal with those sons of bitches people call paps all the time but you do, because it's a part of your life and everyone has their mountains to climb. Anxiety is one of mine."
He put his head on my shoulder. "Why are you so smart and deep?" He groaned.
I laughed. "I'm not sure."
"Like I'm 4 years older and sometimes when you talk I'm thinking: how does she even know this stuff and what does that word even mean?" He continued.
"I'm a writer, I have to have a big vocabulary!" I giggled.
"Yeah yeah I know," Luke smiled.
"We should go," I said, getting up.
"Can you just drive me? The other boys can keep sleeping since I only have one exam you can just come get me after," I said.
"For sure. We can do something in town after," Luke said.
"Perfect!" I grinned. "Oh, I need to get breakfast. Can we stop?"
"Of course, where?"
I must've look guilty because Luke smirked. "Starbucks?"
"Starbucks." I blushed.
"Maybe Starbucks will be our always," Luke said, surprising me.
"Definitely," I agreed. "Now get dressed!"
Luke chuckled and pulled down his track pants, revealing his blue boxer briefs, and slipped on his black skinny jeans without batting an eye.
I cocked an eyebrow.
"What?" He asked. "It's just boxers!"
I laughed and shook my head at him while he slipped on his black sneakers.
"Let's roll," he said.
I grabbed my backpack and the keys from the little table and followed Luke outside.

He hopped in the driver's seat and I jumped in shotgun.

I had to give him directions since he didn't pay attention when I gave them to Ashton the day before.

We went through a Starbucks drive thru (Luke paid, despite my disagreement) resulting in a coffee for him and a deluxe venti hot chocolate with whipped cream and extra chocolate powder and a chocolate chip muffin for me.

Finally, I arrived at school 8 minutes before first bell.
I told Luke he didn't have to come inside with me, but he ignored my protests and insisted that he walk me in.

We rushed to my English classroom and stopped outside the door.
"I'll see you in 1 1/2 hours, wish me luck," I said.
He hugged me, then pulled back, still holding my arms.
"You'll do great, I know it," he assured me.
I gave him a small smile. "Thanks Luke."
"Always," he smiled back. "I'll see you later. Starbucks?"
"Starbucks," I replied before he ran off.
I slipped into my English classroom and prepared myself for 1.5 hours of hell.

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After my English exam, which could have been a whole lot worse, in my opinion, I slowly packed up my materials into my bag.
A bunch of girls crowded my desk.
"Was that the Luke Hemmings with you this morning?" One girl, Yazmin, asked.
"Um, yeah, it was," I responded.
"Why was he with you?" Another girl, Mina, asked.
"Don't you read, Mina?" Yet another girl, named Charlotte, asked in an annoyed tone.
"She's been totally buddy buddy with the whole band since like, mid May," Charlotte said. "Right?"
"Um, yeah, that's right," I replied.
"So what's it like knowing them personally?" Mina butted in.
"It's great. Listen, I'm sorry, but I'm getting picked up pretty soon to go out so we'll have to talk some other time," I said, slinging my bag over one shoulder.
"Of course," Yazmin smiled.
I hurried away.
"You poor thing," one of my best friends, Alice (also an aspiring writer and fellow member of the 5SOS Fam) said. "You had to talk to the Ditzettes."
'The Ditzettes' was the name my friends and I had assigned to the three seniors, Charlotte, Mina, and Yazmin, mainly because even though they were in AP English, their combined IQ could rival a dung beetle.
"They're so suffocating," I agreed. "I'll text you later, the boys are picking me up."
"Awesome. Are you getting an outfit for your party?"
My birthday was on Friday.
"Yeah I think so. My aunt gave me $50 and told me to get a nice outfit, *you only turn 16 once*." I answered.
"The boys are gonna be there?" She asked.
"I think so. Don't tell anyone though. I'm gonna say they're leaving gang morning so throngs of people don't show up," I told her quietly.
"Of course," Alice agreed.
We were in front of the back door.
"Catcha later!" I called, running out the door.
"Bye!" She called back.