Ghosts {L.P.}

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Riya head bopped the entire car ride back to her house, softly humming along to Edge of Great while the streetlights zoomed past them, she could even hear her father tapping against the steering wheel to the rhythm as they moved.

"So, that guy in the beanie was Luke, right?" Riya nodded, staring out into the night past the twinkling lights with her drumming fingers.

She could still feel the electric spark vibrating over her hand where Luke had set his own hand against hers. The fast beating of her heart pounding against his chest. The cool air emanating from over her shoulder, where Luke had stared straight into her eyes.

Riya shook the thoughts away, focusing on the lights again.

"Yeah." Her father hummed in agreement, slowing the car to a stop right before a red light.

"He seems like a nice guy." He commented in a weirdly suspicious tone. However, as Riya attempted to analyze it further, she realized he was still staring straight ahead tapping to a rhythm of the current song stuck in his head. Basically, she would get no answers out of him without seeing the open book of his clear facial expressions.

"He is. Sometimes he's a little impulsive, but he's mostly cool."

"Right... And you're just friends?" Instantly Riya had whirled around, seatbelt tightening against her shoulder while she turned to stare blankly at her father, finally figuring out what his sharp tone had been referencing to.

"Dad." She spoke in a low warning tone, knowing the talk which could come next. A talk she had already had with Flynn and Julie, she didn't need it from her father too.

"What?"

"Luke and I are just friends, nothing more."

"Alright," Her father shrugged, catching on to his daughter's fervent combination of anger and annoyance spilling in waves from her until it filled the entire car. "I was just wondering. Don't mind me."

The car fell into silence, the sound of the engine spurring to life as the traffic light turned green being the only noise loud enough to reach Riya's ears while she huddled back into the car seat, head leaning against the window while the streets rolled past.

Luke confused her, and maybe that was why she was so annoyed at anything regarding a step ahead of their current friendship.

One moment he danced with her, staring at her like she was the brightest star in the universe which he could gently hold at the tips of his fingers. The next he'd pull away from the kiss, acting as if all his signs hadn't been pointing directly down the 'I like you romantically' path. And after that, he had the audacity to play her discarded riff to the world, and sing with her with so many sparks flying between them, they could have lit up a thousand bonfires and then some.

Riya sighed, slumping further against the window. One day, she'd have to face Luke head on or the other way around because purely basing herself on signs and feelings she picked up on felt like nearing an unrestricted intersection with a faulty traffic light during rush hour.

It was a disaster.

Riya bid her father good night while she dragged herself to her bedroom. She was still far too hyper to even attempt at sleeping. However, it wasn't like she could continue playing Edge of Great or any other song if she would rather not wake up the entire floor with their thin walls, so Riya was left with two options.