tomboy ▪ hemmings

14.

ANDREA'S POV

"what are you doing?"

my heart leapt out of its chest once I heard his raspy voice, and I abruptly stopped in my tracks. ugh, this is just so frustrating. I decided to just continue my steps, ensuring him that I wasn't going to stop for him. but that was until he pulled my bag from behind.

I accidentally let out a small squeal and watched as his eyebrows were furrowed, as he was about two inches away from me and towered over me. I discovered that I couldn't escape his tight grip on my backpack.

"answer me, Andrea." he said, his voice slightly gentle and that made me look up at him. his blue eyes were vibrant even in the dark hallway. I hesitated to answer but that made him grip onto my wrist.

"I'm leaving." I whispered, but loud enough for him to hear. I rushed away from him, but I just couldn't leave his grip. this boy was the death of me.

"no you're not." he said, tugging onto my wrist, pulling me closer to his body. I could feel the warmth spreading and I tried my best not to shiver in his touch. I whimpered and suddenly my eyes were pooling with tears. I couldn't understand this boy. one second he wants me out, and now he wants me to stay.

my grip on Adam was loosening, and as used as I was - he was still such a heavy burden on my shoulder. like literally, his stomach was on my shoulder and as bad as I knew it felt, thank god he was such a heavy sleeper.

"you told me to leave, and now you're asking me to stay. for once, can you not be complicated!" I whisper-shouted, constantly reminding myself about the sleeping boy on my shoulder and a sleeping Liz in her bedroom.

I saw as Luke had a look on his face that I've never seen before, and I felt slightly intrigued with what he had to say. his lips were parted, and I honestly wanted to hear what he had to say at the moment. but I didn't have all day, or even all night in this particular matter. I took the chance to run away from his grip, but he did something that I never thought he'd do.

he grabbed Adam from me.

I stopped and tried to pull Adam back from him, only to find a drowsy and confused Adam in Luke's arms. I was one step away from screaming bloody mary at Luke, but Adam just had to save it. well, I shouldn't have screamed anyways.

"what's going on?" he whispered drowsily, and looked up at Luke who had a smirk playing against his lips. Adam rubbed his eyes using his fists, and my heart soared at how innocent he looked. I looked back at Luke, and a cheeky smile was plastered against his lips. I groaned. this devil, I swear.

"it's nothing Adam. just putting you back to bed." he nodded and laid his head against Luke's shoulder like they had been alright the past 24 hours. but I know Luke didn't like us. at least I know he didn't like me.

he tucked Adam in bed, and kissed his forehead, making my jaw slack for a millisecond. was this the Luke I knew? was this the Luke who threatened to kick me out the past 14 hours? was this the Luke that hated me with such a passion even though he was the one in the wrong?

my thoughts were interrupted when I felt him tugging on my wrist and I followed him dumbfoundedly to the room that I had trouble wanting to leave. my room.

he sat on my bed, and I hastily plopped down next to him. I stared at the door in silence, slowly memorizing the designs engraved against it and I just clenched my jaw when I watched him slowly turning to my side, and I peeked through the corner of my eyes - maybe trying to gain my attention.

he cleared his throat, and I licked my lips. he was so beautiful, this boy. if only his first impression was as beautiful as his physical appearance.

shut up Andrea, just stop thinking.

when he opened his mouth to speak, I cut him off. that was where my anger found itself rising to the bile of my throat. just simply word vomit.

"I don't get it, you threatened to kick me out, and now you're wanting me to stay? or maybe you just wanted Adam to stay, cause I can get out right now! I just don't get it, what did I ever do to you to deserve this shitty stuff you do to me? you kicked the life out of me, and you just never left my life ever since! what did I do to you? huh? tell me! I didn't even do anything!" I was furious, and my fists were hitting against his chest, and I never thought I'd cry in front of him but here I was.

I was a mess, and I kept blubbering and blubbering in front of him until he grasped my fists in his hands and he kept squeezing them until I couldn't handle talking anymore.

I stared at him, his eyes were slightly watery but a small smile was playing on his lips. why is he even smiling? most probably because I looked like a hippie mess.

"can you listen to me right now?" I hiccupped and nodded. he smiled again. oh god, just stop smiling.

"I'm sorry, Andrea. I really am. I want you to stay, because you make my mother happy. I can never make her happy as you do. just stay, for her." his thumb kept rubbing circles against the back of my palm and that actually kept me calm during listening to his simple and sincere words. it was dripping out of his mouth, I know it couldn't be seen, but I felt the sincerity.

I just couldn't believe it.

"are you serious?" I managed, trying to grasp the words this boy who angered me so much.

"I think I look serious enough." he said, trying his best to look stern as possible, before erupting into a fit of giggles. I couldn't help but join in too.

since when do I ever giggle? ugh.

he smiled, and licked his lips. "I really am sorry, Andrea. I mean it, and I want you to know that I had no intention at bringing you down. I was just slightly intimidated. you were bitchy and stuff."

I smacked his arm there and then. he laughed before changing things into a much serious tone.

"but I mean it when I want you to stay. mom said you were apart of the family, and I was such a dick at welcoming you both." he paused, his mind lingering somewhere else maybe.

"I feel like such a burden to my mom, and here I am blaming it to others who did nothing wrong." his voice cracked, making me feel awful for misjudging this boy that sat next to me. he wasn't a total prick, because he has feelings, and right now - his despair was on show.

"I'm sorry this happened, I'm sorry I was such an asshole, and I honestly don't know what changed me."

"fame, probably. Liz said you didn't care since you had the tour." I whispered, trying to tell him stuff. he was really opening up. he was actually being honest. I respected that.

"I think. god, I'm such a dick." he frowned, sitting next to me and placing his face in his hands.

"you still have time, Luke. Liz loves you, she'll never stay mad at you." I said, trying to reduce the stress that he reflected. I wanted to clear his mind, to clear his frowns away.

he looked at me and nodded, and I played with the edges of my flannel. I was still fully-clothed since I was planning to run away from this mansion just half an hour ago.

"promise you won't tell Liz?" I said, forgetting all about what had just happened.

Luke nodded, and brought his pinky up to me, making me burst into fits of laughter.

"the asshole rockstar still does pinky promises?" I said, finding the chance to speak.

he smirked, and slayed, "the tomboy cries like a girl though,"

I smacked him at the back of his head, and a long groan emitting from his pink lips.

"that's because I am a girl you asshat!"

and this time, the both of them were laughing together.

((1424)) - #landrea? AHAH

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