blue eyes // muke

three

a/n: so me & kaitlin made this bet sorta thing that if I didn't update before Luke's birthday (which I knew I wouldn't lol) that I had to attach a selfie. so here is your royal ugliness lol. idk I just like this picture because my hair was curly. well, peace bitches.
-kaitlyn is kool
p.s. EVERYBODY BETTER HAVE SAID HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ONE SEXY MOTHERFUCKING BREADSTICK NAMED LUCAS ROBERT HEMMINGS. (soz i'm a couple days late oops)

Michael

"We already ordered something if that's okay," Calum said as Ash and Luke sat across from us.

But literally all I could pay any attention to was the way Luke fucking bit at his lip ring. It made him look even more fuckable than he already did. If that's even possible.

"Oh, yeah that's fine," Ashton chuckled bringing me back to reality.

Before Luke could look up at me I looked down to my phone, not wanting him to catch me staring.

Calum nudged me with his elbow and before I could scold him for stabbing me in the side, he nodded towards Luke. I got the hint and looked towards him.

He was looking back at me and gave me a shy smile which I returned.

That's weird, he usually looks at me like I always have no idea what I'm talking about.

He looked away and so did I, looking at Calum for an explanation on what just happened.

He shrugged and mouthed the words, "I'll tell you later."

I nodded and looked up at Ashton who had started talking about some movie he had seen this weekend.

I pretended like I was listening, but I was really just thinking about Luke.

He's so perfect with his amazing blue eyes, blonde hair, and tall, lanky body.

Where as I'm so weird with my messy green hair, pale skin, and small, awkward body.

Ever since I've known Luke I've compared myself to him. He's just so incredible and good looking, I couldn't help it.

Even though, he was never really nice to me I still couldn't help but develop feelings for him. The way he treated Ash and Calum was different, he always seemed like a really great friend.

I've never thought of why he acted that way towards me, just expected that he judged me for the way I looked. But he doesn't seem like the kind of guy that would do that. He couldn't dislike me for my personality, we've never had an actual conversation, no matter how long we've known each other.

Was it the way I looked at him? Could I be sending off different vibes than I thought I was?

I always thought I was a pretty joyful and positive person, beside the point I mostly dressed in the color black. Could I be wrong?

Damn, what was this boy doing to me?

I decided I didn't want to ponder on the idea any longer, and actually started listening to the conversation my friends were having.

The topic of our favorite shows came up as our pizza was brought to us. It turned into a long conversation as Calum and Ashton were fighting over which season of American Horror Story was the best.

I laughed at their argument while eating, enjoying my friends' company.

As the argument was settling I needed to go to the bathroom. I got up and told them I'd be right back.

When I was done and about to open the door to get back to my friends, I was pushed back by someone walking in.

"Michael?"

Then I noticed the familiar blonde hair.