"Do you seriously have to leave today?" Luke pouted, holding me close to his tall, lean but muscular body, one hand on my back, the other on the back of my head, holding my head in place on his chest. Truth is, I didn't want to leave. No one would ever want to leave and it was harder to leave ever since we made it official that we liked each other and wanted to be "more than friends."
"You'll be off tour in a couple of months, if we're meant to be, we can handle this and we will handle this. I promise." I smile, tears brimming my eyes, threatening to spill out.
"Hey, don't cry. It's going to make me cry." Luke chuckles softly, as he lifts my head from his chest and kisses my forehead.
"I'll be back in a few months, I promise." He smiles at me, hugging me tightly one last time.
"I love you, Luke." I say, the tears finally beginning to spill out.
"I love you too, Shiloh."
I broke away from our hug, smiled at him one last time and turned around, walking inside the airport. This was going to be such a lonely ride.
It's weird spending months of your life developing your schedule and life style around a single person and then spending months without them. There becomes a gap in your schedule where you were supposed to be makingbreakfast with said person, or driving said person somewhere because he was a little too afraid to drive and didn't wanna be by himself.
I don't think I ever got used to that gap, but no one ever does.
Getting Home
I pulled my luggage into the house, my mom rushing down the stairs, hugging me tightly telling me how she was glad I was home. She helped me drag my suitcase up the stairs and into my room. I of course sneakily packed some of Luke's shirts to help me throughout the next few months, so my suitcase was a little more packed than when I left.
"I'll take you school shopping tomorrow, get some rest. Love you!" My mom shouted, closing my door and leaving me to myself.
I flopped on the bed and sighed to myself. I didn't know how I was going to get through these next few months. I want Luke to come to my graduation, but I don't even know if he's going to be off tour yet before that. I was planning on waiting till I knew exactly if he could make it or not.
I got up and stripped from my plane clothes and dug into my suitcase, pulling out one of Luke's shirts and slipping it on. I laid into bed and before I could finish contemplating on weither I should ask Luke right away to come to my graduation or not, I fell asleep.
Waking up wasn't that hard. Being on tour kind of helped me prepare for waking up early. Luke liked getting up early and making breakfast and having the whole day to do things when he didn't have to preform.
I went with my mother to the store, picking out my supplies for this year. I knew for a fact I would need many notebooks considering I wanted to be Valedictorian for my high school and I needed as much as I could possibly use to study with so I never fell behind.
I got home after a few hours of running from store to store because I was super picky about my supplies even though I wouldn't have anything that I do now at the end of the year, let's be honest.
I set the millions of bags that we had gotten on the floor and called Luke.
"Shiloh!" Luke shouted happily as he picked up.
"Hey Luke." I couldn't help but smile at his excitement.
"How's your day been, babe?"
"Well my mom and I went from store to store for a few hours getting supplies for school. I think this is going to be the hardest year. I have to plan my college and I have to start submitting applications and I have to take millions of tests and I'm trying to get Valedictorian and ugh." I sighed, laying down and staring at the ceiling, letting Luke's voice calm my nerves—like it always did.
"Woah, slow down. You're a senior now, you told me how excited you are for college! No one said high school was easy, I actually think everyone said it was the worst years of their lives—moving on. You've kept a 4.0 for your whole high school life, don't ruin it now! You can literally be accepted into Harvard or Yale."
"I don't want to disappoint everyone. I don't handle stress very well."
"Remember when you always had to talk to me and calm me down before a show? I'm going to do the same for you. Every time you're studying, call me. Well, you don't have to be studying to call me, wink wink. But, I will help you. I'll even try to help study with you, even if that means googling have the stuff."
"Thank you, Luke."
"No problem, babe. That's what I'm here for. I believe in you."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
I smiled and hopped out of bed, organizing all of my notebooks and binders, what goes where and what is going to be used for what class. Since I had already gotten my schedule, I decided on what binders and notebooks were going to be used for what class. It kept my mind of the stressing tests and applications that's going to make me tear my hair out for a while. Long enough to keep me sane.
i have such a good idea that's probably going to come up in the next few chapters. i was going to add it into this chapter but then i realized im only on chapter 20 & i want to do a minimum of 50 chapters and i'm taking this story way too fast. i'm just so excited for this story ahh.
it's going to get better i promise, thank you all for sticking with this story, it's my favorite one out of all of the ones i've written & deleted, and written & completed. :)
