the buddy system / lrh 🍒

9:saturday

Tuesday rolled in quickly, and in all honesty, the rest of the night with Katherine was just a blur to Luke.

But he enjoyed it nonetheless.

Mainly because he enjoyed anything he did with Katherine.

And that kind of made him want to scream internally.

Because he couldn't really control, let alone understand, how his heartbeat practically pounded in his chest every time she laughed at his crappy jokes or how his entire world lit up whenever she said his name or how he just liked being around her in general.

And the problem is that he wasn't sure if he liked it or not.

"I don't fucking understand why she makes us do this crap" Michael whined, fumbling with the sleeves of his Sex Pistols sweater as he waited for Luke to grab his textbooks for his next three classes from his locker.

The blonde rolled his eyes playfully and closed his crappily decorated blink-182 sticker filled locker door behind him as he made his way to the cafeteria.

"I mean there's no use in whining about it" he stated simply, easily weaving through the semi-crowded hallways. "You kind of have to do it now."

Michael just scoffed and frowned, following the taller boy past the double doors of the large cafeteria. The room, like every other room in the school, was over lit but also very spacious.

Luke scanned the crowds of people, frowning at the absence of bright red hair among the constantly moving lunch lines.

"Who are you even looking for?" Michael asked, sounding excessively confused at the moment, which wasn't very much of a new thing considering that he was a generally confused person.

The blonde gave out a nervous chuckle and waved a hand.

"No one" he insisted, the blush setting on his cheeks as he laid eyes on her sitting at a table with Calum, who seemed to be deep into whatever was on his phone.

"You were looking for Katherine, weren't you?" he questioned, snickering at the way the boy beside him fidgeted and turned about as red as a tomato, a wicked grin spreading across the black haired boy's features.

"I was not" Luke interjected, crossing his arms across his chest in attempt to emphasize the blatant lie he was saying in hopes that his best friend would just believe him.

But Michael wasn't stupid.

"You like her, don't you?" He teased, his eyes bright as he looked at his obviously whipped friend who gagged in response.

"I do not" he squeaked quite nervously, a pout evident on his lips as the two of them filed into the overly crowded lunch line, practically getting engulfed in the endless amounts of loud chatter.

The slightly shorter boy frowned and shot him a glare before his green eyes momentarily scanned the list of crappy school food that was usually offered on a lovely Tuesday afternoon.

"Alright, Luke. If you really don't like her, look me in the eye and say that" he dared, quickly grabbing and paying for his food (which was a really badly made burger, Luke had to add. It tasted like shit. Not that he knew what shit tasted like. He was six, people change).

"Okay, fine," the blonde admitted, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat before paying for his food and subconsciously following his best friend wherever his little heart desired to go.

"I might have a tiny crush on her" he said honestly, the heat in his cheeks rising once again as the words slipped out of his mouth.