girls like me :: m.c.

o2| Luke the awkward noodle

"Don't wanna be an American idiot! Da-da-da-da-da-da! Don't want a nation under the new media! Da-da-da-da-da! And can you hear the sound of hysteria?" I was softly humming and pretending to play a guitar on my way to school, as I heard a well-known voice.

"The subliminal mind fuck America!" The voice shouted making me scream and almost have a heart attack.

I abruptly took my earbuds out and shouted "What the fuck? I almost had a freaking heart attack!"

He chuckled. "Remember.. key work, almost." I rolled my eyes but as I turned around and came into contact with his face which held an adorable pout, all the previous anger washed away and a small smile appeared on my face unintentionally. "Hey, you're Luke's friend from yesterday, right?" I asked and he nodded.

"Yeah, I'm Michael." He said and I smiled even brighter. What is this boy doing to me?

"Yeah, I know." I casually said, making him raise his eyebrow and smirk. I visibly paled and went brain-dead. "I-I mean, Luke mentioned you yesterday, a-and it kinda got stuck into my head?" I said, but it almost came out as a question. He chuckled and I sighed in embarrassment. "Sam." I mumbled and he furrowed his eyebrows, not quite catching my mumble.

"What?"

"My name is Sam." I said louder this time, making him chuckle again. At least I know I seem funny to him.

"Sam.. it's a short name for something or..?" He asked and I nodded.

"It's short for Samantha, but I prefer to be called Sam." I admitted.

"So Sam, what do you like to do?" He asked, causing me a tiny existential crisis. What do I like to do..?

"Um.. well i like um.. eating and sleeping and.. not talking to people..?" I replied, making him chuckle.

"And I thought I was socially awkward." He said, making me crack a smile.

I shook my head, disagreeing with him. "Nobody can beat Luke at that." I said and grinned at me.

"Is it that obvious that he's so antisocial? I mean, you only met him yesterday!" He asked and I nodded.

"He's like an awkward noodle with a tall quiff and lip piercing." I said, making him go into a fit of laughter.

"I-I think that is what it's going to be written on his tombstone. Luke Hemmings, beloved awkward noodle with a tall quiff and lip piercing, who unfortunately never got called punk rock, not a single time to this day." He said, making me choke on my saliva and get red-faced from all the laughter.

"Luke? Punk rock? You're so funny today, Michael!" I said, making us roll into the pavement in laughter.

"Kids these days.." I hear an old lady say as she was passing us by.

I wiped the single tear that escaped my eyes as we stood up and took a deep breath.

"I think that we're going to get along well." He said and I nodded. After I took a quick glance at my wristwatch by habit, I gasped and widened my eyes.

"Shit, we're late." I said and he quickly grabbed his backpack, my hand, and started running down the street. I was so distracted by the fact that I'm not going to get to class in time, that I didn't even notice the blissful felling of his hand being intertwined with mine.