White Noise {punk l.h. au} Sequel to "Colours {punk l.h. au}"

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if the gif wasn't enough of a hint, YES there is SMUT in this CHAP

Luke and I went out to dinner before coming back to his place around 8 at night. Today was full of emotions: good and bad. Don't worry, the good outweighs the bad. We stumbled through the front door of his apartment and Luke switched on the lights to illuminate the room just as we left it hours ago.

"I hope you realize how great this day was for me." Luke spoke up. I looked back at him and smiled, "Me too. It was just like old times." I replied. His smile mimicked mine, and the room was silent for a few seconds. I let myself fall into a trance, staring at him. I couldn't help it, he was just so handsome. I finally snapped myself back to reality and reminded myself of where I needed to be, and what I needed to take care of. 

"I should probably go get my things." I told him while started to disappear down the hallway. As I walked, Luke followed close behind. I entered his bedroom and grabbed my bag, tossing my things inside it. Luke watched as I did so, "I know I said I wouldn't stop you if you wanted to leave, but I can't help it. I want you here with me." He spoke.

"Luke, you know I'd love nothing more than to stay, but I have to figure things about with Caleb." I reminded him while slinging my bag over my shoulder.

He stepped closer to me, "Are you still going to marry him?" He asked. It was the million dollar question that every one was dying to know. The truth is, I didn't know the answer. I couldn't make a decision without losing and hurting someone I care about.

I looked Luke in the eyes and told him the truth, "I don't know if I can, but- He took care of me when I was on my own; I can't hurt him like that."

If it were even possible; again, he stepped closer to me, "You can't marry someone out of pity, Rebecca." He said slowly and sternly. I quickly took a step back to distance myself from him, "I am not! I don't pity Caleb, I love him." I said defensively.

"Then why are you even questioning yourself?"

I was quiet for a few seconds as I tried to think of a response. In the mean time, I watched as Luke rose his eyebrow inquisitively awaiting for my answer. I finally gave it to him, "I can love someone and not be sure if I want to marry them."

He sighed out of annoyance, "Whatever, Rebecca. Do what you want." He said in monotone while brushing past me to leave the bedroom. Confused on where we stood on the 'friendship' meter, I repositioned the strap of my bag and followed him to the front door.

Deciding that lingering wasn't the best option, I reached for the doorknob and twisted it, opening the door. Taking a step into the doorframe, I turned to Luke, "Thanks for today, Luke."

"Sure." He replied simply. I knew he was angry at me for not knowing what I wanted, but is isn't fair of him to be. I was beyond confused.

I gave him one last faint smile before shutting the door behind me.

I only made it five steps down the hall before I turned around and pushed through his door again. If I were sure about one thing, it was that my heart was telling me to go back in there. My brain and heart don't always agree, but I'm going with my heart's judgement tonight.

Tossing my bag to the side, I ran up to the confused boy and slammed by lips onto his. My hands grabbed the sides of his neck, pulling him down closer to me. He didn't kiss me back for a few seconds, but finally he realized what was going on.

And he kissed me like never before.

I felt sparks fly as our lips moved together in the perfect harmony. I felt like I were back in college; it was as if I were 19 years old again. It felt like nothing had changed between us. My heart raced inside my chest as we kissed. It was passionate, loving, and hungry. It was what I have been craving for the past seven years, and I wasn't even aware of it.