"Stuck In The Friend-Zone Again and Again"

"These Cotton Sheets"

Luke's P.O.V.

As soon as I shut the door to Paris's room, I could've sworn I heard her start crying.

But I kept walking down the hall to my room.

Maybe because I was sure I was hallucinating.
I mean why would she be crying?
Maybe because I was a coward.
The sight of her crying would make me do anything to make it better, and she might find out my feelings for her on the way.
And that would be a disaster with a capital everything.

So I kept walking, for reasons unknown to me, and retreated to my room, shutting the door behind me.

I pulled off my shirt and jeans, leaving me in my boxers, and flicked off the light.
I crawled into bed, thinking about how close Paris and I would become over the course of the next several months.
How I would just sink further and further into the friend-zone.
I thought back to the days when Paris was in love with me, back before I even knew she existed.
She handled herself well, since she had confessed to me some time ago that she felt like her heart was going to leap out of her throat at any moment when she first met us.

I would kill for her to feel that way again; that's how I felt now.

It was sort of funny, that roads our relationship had taken.
It started out that she was in the friend-zone.
Then no one was in the friend-zone, because she got over me.
And eventually I ended up in the friend-zone, and she didn't even know it.

It was a vicious cycle, I supposed.

And there was no way Paris would ever love me.

I was always away, and she needed someone to be with her.
We lived on opposite sides of the world.
She had gotten over me some time ago, and she probably wouldn't go back.
She had a boyfriend that she loved and loved her.

I sighed. "Apparently destiny doesn't want us together," I thought.

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Paris's P.O.V.

I changed into my pajama shorts with wet cheeks, and searched through my bags for a pajama shirt that wasn't Jake's.

I finally found Luke's Nirvana shirt, which came down past my butt, and pulled it over my head.

I breathed in the scent of the shirt, realizing the scent of Luke had faded, and that I needed to give it back to him for a few days so it regained its Luke-like smell.
I gave a watery chuckle to myself, all alone in my empty room, finding my train of thought amusing.

I grabbed my laptop and earbuds and climbed back into bed, pulling the covers over my legs.
I plugged in my laptop in the outlet in between the bedside table and the bed; it was gonna be a looooong night.

I booted up my laptop and tried to open up Google Chrome, before realizing I didn't have the wifi password.
I groaned.
That meant I had to get up and ask Luke, because there was no way in hell that I could distract myself all night with no wifi.

I wriggled out of bed and opened my door, peeking out into the dark hall.
Shit.
I didn't know which room was Luke's.
I looked skeptically down the hall, eying up each door.

The one to my left was a bathroom.
There were two other doors on this floor besides mine.
One was Ben and Jack's room, one was Luke's.
I knew Ben and Jack had both moved out, but were home for the week for some reason that Luke wouldn't tell me.
They were staying in their old room, which still had stickers on the door from their childhood, which upon closer inspection declared their territory.

So that left the door on the other side of the bathroom.

I tiptoed out of my room and up to Luke's door, flinching at the creaking the floorboards made beneath my feet.

I hesitated before finally knocking quietly on Luke's door.
"Paris?" Luke called softly.
I opened the door a crack and peeked my head in.
Luke was tangled up in the blankets of his bed, the dark blue of his bedroom coinciding with the black of the bedding.
His eyes were wide open, signalling he was not asleep.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"I just, uh, need the, um, wifi password," I blushed.
Luke chuckled softly. "mollyhemmings90, no capitals," he told me.
I smiled. "Naming after your dog, cute."
"You know my dog's name is Molly?" Luke asked, amused.
I blushed a deeper shade of red.
"Um, yeah. The facts you learn when you're a fangirl don't really go away," I said, embarrassed.
Luke laughed lightly. "Well, saves me any explaining, I guess."
"Um, yeah." I smiled a bit. "Thanks."
"No problem," he replied.

I took a step back into the hall and closed the door behind me, padding softly back to my room.
I got back into bed and plugged the password into my laptop, smiling when it accepted the code without issue.
I quickly logged into Tumblr, preparing myself to scroll for a while.
First, I decided I needed music, so I plugged in my headphones and opened up Spotify, logging in and selecting the 5 Seconds of Summer artist radio.
I was completely ready to bust myself for 10 Tumblr minutes, or about 5 to 6 hours.

Hey, don't judge, I wanted to beat jet lag.