My Cranberry Love (Luke Hemmings)

The Beginning

It all started two years ago. In a group chat, which I can assure you I had no input in, matter of fact, I left countless time but I managed to always get invited back. Guess you can say my cousin was consistence in me meeting her new 'best friend' which was a better term for 'new toy for the week' Now, I'm not 'fake' I didn't beat around the bush. I really didn't care who her next victim was, I was brutally honest, yes. But at the time, I did care about my cousin's wellbeing. Ali was her name and whoring around was her game. I was never the type to judge, I knew what Ali was doing was wrong. And it's not that I didn't care what could happen to her, it's just I let her be herself, and if that's sleeping with a numerous type's of boys, then hey. Whatever. Now back to the story, remember I am the victim. This story is about me. And how my life turned upside down once I finally met Ali's latest 'boy toy'
​His name was Lucas Robert Hemmings, Luke; for short. He was different, a lot different than the types my lovely Ali usually goes for, and for that I was a bit interested in their 'involvement' with each other. Bizarre right? I was generally interested in what Ali had to say!
Luke. He was beautiful. He had bright blue eyes, and blonde ruffled up hair. His hair was always a mess, but somehow in a beautiful way. His smile was so intruding; I kept finding myself searching up cheesy puns, just so he would laugh. Luke was shy, kind, and smart. I didn't understand how he ended up with a girl like Ali, and if you haven't noticed, yes, I am whipped as fuck. I fell in love with the dork, while the dork fell in love with my cousin. It's a tragic story, really. Ali wasn't really apart of it, because, well, she didn't care. She didn't care about Luke or his feelings; all he really was to her was a 'great' fuck.
Before you start, just remember not to judge, not me, not Luke, not even Ali. Everyone isn't entitled to their emotions, or how they are. They can't help it. Like Ali can't help but be born a shitty person, like how I can't help be born a helpless person, or like how Luke can't help be born a naïve little white boy -the point is. No one can really help how they are. Remember that.

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​unedited!
hey I know the cover sucks, but bare with me as I procrastinate into making one;) xx