"Stuck In The Friend-Zone Again and Again"

"I Was All Packed Up"

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"Do you want this?" I asked, holding up his black baseball tee with stars on the arms.
"Yeah sure," Luke said, folding another pair of black skinny jeans and adding them to his suitcase.
"Look at the stars," I sang, folding the shirt and placing it in the suitcase.
"Look how they shine for you," Luke sang back.
"And everything you do," I replied.
"And it was all yellow," Luke finished.
We laughed, and continued to sort and fold Luke's clothes.
"All that's left is underwear and socks," Luke alerted me after a while.
"Great," I said, getting off the floor and flopping onto his bed. "That's my cue to stop."
I was on my stomach with my face nearly level with Luke's face three feet away, allowing me to fully see his pout.
"I told you when I started I don't do underwear," I reminded him with a smile.
"You prefer it off?" Luke joked wiggling his eyebrows.
I laughed, swatting his arm. "Cheeky bastard."
"Very much so," Luke grinned.

While Luke finished packing, I lay on his bed and chatted with him, keeping him company.
We chatted about random things, like his past experiences on tour, my preference for Iron Man over Captain America, that sort of non-important thing.
Actually Iron Man is very important but you get the idea.
"Luuuuuuuke," I sighed in a break of the conversation.
"Paaaaaaris," he sighed back.
"I don't wanna start school again," I pouted.
"I did online school," Luke said. "I liked it better than regular school."
"Yeah but the fact that it's online is not the only reason I'm stressed," I said.
Luke frowned. "What else?"
"It would be easier to list the things I'm not stressed about about school," I smiled without humour.
"Then do that," Luke said with a comforting smile.
I sighed. "I'm not stressed about everyone coming up to me all the time and asking about you guys. I'm not stressed about managing my job and work, since I quit. I'm not stressed about seeing Jake all the time. I'm not stressed about running between classes."
"Focus on those things, the things that are better about online school," Luke suggested with a reassuring smile.
I simply nodded with a small smile, not wanting to tell him that no matter what I did, the little monster called anxiety would be chewing at my stomach and gnawing on the inside of my skull.