All About You / Luke Hemmings

Eighteen: Lonely

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AILAINA

"I'm so glad I get to see you," I say as I buckle my seat in Luke's car.

Right at seven, just like he said.

"Oh are you now?" he asks, pulling out if my driveway.

"We really need to talk about what happened the other night." We head towards a direction I'm not quite familiar with. "Wait, where are we going?"

Luke keeps his eyes glued to the road. "My place," he says.

"I'm going to your house?!"

"Relax, sweetheart, no one's home. Or would you rather me go to your place?"

I think about what that'd be like and remember that my mom would see him and disapprove. I wouldn't want her starting a scene. "Yeah, we should probably stay away from my house."

"That's what I thought."

Within minutes, we arrived at Luke's house. It was slightly bigger than mine and had an attached garage. Once we entered he grabbed my hand and dragged me straight to him room. You'd think his house would smell like smoke, but surprisingly, it didn't.
Luke's room was grungy. Posters on the wall, a few tees tossed into the ground, closet door slightly opened, a sloppily made bed, computer turned on, and a record player next to a box of vinyls. I kind of liked it, honestly. It was different. You could see his personality just by looking at his room. "Wow," I say, taking a seat at the foot of his bed, eyes still wandering his room.

"Sorry I couldn't tidy up for you," he says sarcastically.

"No, I kind of like it."

Luke stayed quiet.

"So last night," I begin. "What exactly happened?

Luke walked over and stood in front of me, hands in his pockets. "Do you want an exact storyline of last night or do you just want the major points?"

"Everything. Tell me everything. Details, as much as possible."

"Hah, now I don't know if you want that," he says, pacing.

"Would you just take a seat? You're creating a draft."

Luke rolled his eyes then took a seat next to me.

"Now answer me."

"I'm not too sure you'd want to hear it."

"What are you talking about? Luke, that's the only reason why we're talking!"

"Oh really?" he says then smirks at me. "I thought you just needed an excuse to see me."

"Don't flatter yourself, Luke," I say. "Now, story. Details. Please."

He raises his eyebrows at me. "You sure you want to hear this?"

"Yes."

"Alright, then. I'll make the details as explicit as possible," he said mockingly, "and no interrupting, thanks." He takes a long exasperated sigh. "So," he begins, "I picked you up and took you out-"

"I know this part already," I butted.

"I told you not to interrupt!" Luke shouts.

I hold my hands up in surrender. "Carry on."

"So I took you out to this bar, right? It's the first one I ever got drunk at so I figured that I should take you there as well," he says

Luke continues telling me the story, reminiscing over parts I already knew. I would've gotten impatient knowing that he's telling me something I already know, but he had this certain look in his eye. It made me want to keep listening.