December 1st.
Since the day Luke called the seventies punk and eighties metal girl an American Idiot three weeks ago, she had returned everyday at the same time, just to catch a glimpse of the boy with the tattered converse and nervous smile.
"You know Rebel, I don't actually know you're name," Luke shrugged. The girl had noticed Luke's habit of shrugging but it certainly didn't bother her; seeing the muscles underneath his tight work t-shirt tensing as he shrugged when his back was turned to her.
"You've never asked, Jimmy." The girl teased as she flicked through the new delivery of records that sat on the counter.
"You're messing up my job!" Luke whined, stomping his foot and sliding the records away from the girl.
"You're annoying, Jimmy." The girl pouted, reaching over the counter and lightly pushing Luke's arm. Luke rolled his eyes and sighed as he lifted the stack of records from the counter and handed them to the girl.
"Help me put these away?" Luke asked, taking half of them from her before walking them to the shelves and putting them in their rightful places.
The girl rolled her eyes and stood next to Luke, bumping her hip against his gently as she admired the records she was stacking.
"Did you know that Billie-Joe wrote American Idiot because he saw footage of the Iraq War on Cable News?" The girl asked as she read the track list of Metallica's 'Master of Puppets'.
Luke stopped stacking his pile of records and looked down at the small girl. "You're such a nerd." Luke teased, making the girl frown and stand on his foot.
Luke squeaked in shock as the girl grinned with achievement. "That was so mean!" Luke yelled, making the girl laugh and bump her hip against his again.
"Come on Jimmy, put these records away, we can go out and get some coffee." The girl smiled, her blue eyes shining in the sunlight that illuminated the record store.
Luke looked down at the girl and glared at her. "Why would I want to get coffee with an American Idiot like you, Rebel?" The girl smiled and shrugged, "I'll pay for yours." And with that, Luke was sold.
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Luke wrapped his long fingers around the mug of coffee in front of him, gently blowing the liquid to cool it down.
"So, Rebel, tell me about yourself." Luke smiled, lifting his mug up to his lips and taking a sip of the hot liquid.
The girl pulled the sleeves of her sweater over her hands and sighed.
"I'm seventeen, two months off of eighteen. I was born and raised by my father in Illinois." The girl picked up her coffee mug and took a sip, crinkling her nose when the liquid burnt her tongue.
Luke rolled his eyes, "Rebel, you forgot something very important!" He laughed quietly, nudging his foot against hers underneath the table.
"I really hate my name," The girl whined. "I like it when you call me Rebel." She smiled shyly, her hands moving to cover her mouth and nose.
Luke chewed on his lower lip, "How about you tell me your name, but I carry on calling you Rebel?" Luke compromised, reaching over to gently pull the girls hands away from her blushing cheeks. She placed her hands in her lap and nodded.
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december // luke hemmings au
Fanfictionin which a boy and a girl meet in a cold december and share a common love for green day's seventh studio album.