The Secret Guide to Flanking..

Aren't Half Terms Just Great?, Part Two - Aria

Usually I like Sundays. It happens to be my only day off. But today, nope today is different. I hate it. And for one reason only. Any guesses? 

Homework. 

Lots and lots of homework, but I only have myself to blame. My mind was set on getting it done over Easter weekend, but things get put off until you eventually have one day to do the following; three maths past papers, a psychology presentation, a brick load of history sheets and whatever else for law. What can I say, I'm a master procrastinator. Now where is my mother with that god damn paper? 

The weekend went by fairly uneventfully. As you know Effie stayed over Thursday. Let's just say we got real deep in the 3am conversation. Deep like the ocean deep. 

Anyone want a quick overview of the events? No? Well have it anyway. 

Thursday... 

A wander around the pathetic excuse of a town that we have, with the guys. Supposed flirting with Josh, according to the one and only Effie. Honestly poke wars are nothing but friendly, and it's fun. Forgive me for wanting to connect with my newly found friend. I think we may have even created a new game on the walk to Matalan. So what happens is Josh throws his skittles in the air and I try my best to catch them.

* 

"Josh please can I have a skittle?" As soon as I saw the bag in his hand it was like I was drawn towards him. Yes skittles have that effect on me. 

"Um...no." 

"Just one purple one? Please?" Again the meanie shook his head. I tried to reach inside of the bag but he just moved it behind his back. So I tried again, he moved the bag again. Seriously, all I wanted was one simple skittle. Is that too much for a girl to ask for? 

A few moments later a skittle hit my shoulder. And then another. And another. 

I turned to face Josh, surely enough as I did he threw another handful of skittles up into the air. Okay if he's willing to do that then I guess I have only one thing to do. Catch the skittles. 

And so I continued to run around after the skittles for the following 10 minutes. Let's just say acting like an idiot has never been more fun. 

After a further wander we all made our way back into town, minus Travis. And then we all made our separate ways afterwards, with the exception of Mol, Effie and myself. Yay for sleepovers.

"'C'mon Eff, stop being so anti-social and get your shoes." I said reaching towards her ipad. 

"Just let me look at a few more costumes." That damn girl and her obsessiveness. 

"No, now. You can look for costumes another time. Right now we are going out and wandering round. Now shoes. Go." 

Effie attempted to get up off of my bed, very slowly might I add, and so we left for the magic that is the co-op. 

*

The rest of the night was spent walking, talking and texting Luke. Well the latter being me of course. The only down side was him being at Mike's with the rest of the band and an added Harky. Yeah how that guy likes to tease me about Luke. Seriously I have never met someone who wants me to date Luke more that Jamie Harkinson (Harky is his nickname, seriously people are shocked that he actually has a first name).Literally every time he sees me he will no doubt say something along the lines of "Date Lukey-poo, you love each other, you want his penis...", yeah you get the picture. So yeah Luke's bound to not be fully himself when he's texting me around his friends. It sucks.

So yeah that was my Thursday night. The amazingly fun life that belongs to the one and only me, Aria Whitehall. I have such a Cheshire name. Yeah not a typical Cheshire girl. 

The rest of a weekend went by with a blur. On Friday Effie and I lied to Alan about losing my dog because we couldn't be bothered to get out of bed. About an hour an hour or so later I get a text of Josh saying he was in out, typical I know. So obviously Eff rushes to get herself ready to go see him. All together it turned out to be a pointless day out. Josh didn't even say a whole sentence to me, or give me a hug. Yet the day before we were having poke wars and he was putting ketchup over my face. Guys are bipolar. 

On Saturday I went to work, then revision for the remainder of my weekend. I think I should get out more. 

Luke however was confusing as hell Friday night when we were texting. Like full on flanking.

*

Luke: "I'm watching the two towers. Three and a half hours...6 new scenes and 20 extended" 

Me: "Your ass must hurt for sitting in one place for that long." 

Luke: "Nahh I'm fine ;) (number 44) although you could just come and rub it better." 

Me: "At least take me out first before you expect me to rub your ass."  

Luke: "Just a thought that needed saying, after all I thought you liked me. So would you?" 

Me: "If you were in pain and I was very nice to you." 

Luke: "What if I was just really nice? I'm merely wondering if you would or not." 

Me: "Maybe." 

Luke: "That's not a good enough answer. Either yes or no, and I want reasons." 

Me: "Maybe because you're a Luke whom I love and you have a nice ass. Reasons for not? You could atleast take me on a date first before you expect me to stroke your ass." 

Luke: "I would have taken you out, but I haven't had chance yet."

* 

So does this guy like me? Would he take me on a date? With all of the things he says I can't help but think that maybe there is a chance for us. He does tell me every single night when we go to bed that he loves me, he calls my face pretty and he even has cute names for me. But It's been like this for over a year now. 

When he says the simplest things like "I wish you were here," my whole mood just lightens up. Just knowing that I'm not the only one who wants to be with him can turn a bad day good. 

The worry that my nun-likeness will last forever just vanishes at simple texts like, "If we ever did have sex, I'd want it to be really special which would require you to be up for it and actively taking part. I'd be really gente and stuff, no fucking hard like I said before, that was a joke. Unless you want it ;)" It may not sound like the things every girl wants to hear, but it's Luke. Just that coming from him is imperfectly perfect.

Love Aria x 

#TellMeItStraightLucas

Number 44 --> ;) = I'd fuck you