tomboy ▪ hemmings

19.

THEY PERFORMED JBH AT SUNRISE AND MIKEY KILLED ME IM DEAD but yeah new and long update, BUT SRSLY CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW BEARDED ASHTON LOOKED AND CALUM'S HAIR AND LUKE'S SHIRT AND HIS VOICE AND IM just good. yeah, okay.

ANDREA'S POV

the boys had left early last evening, and I was slightly worried with what had happened with Luke. I couldn't really understand him sometimes, but I didn't want to intrude his complicated feelings. I had to give him some space.

I had stayed up until Adam woke up for his bath, and he helped himself to dinner and another harry potter movie, even if he didn't understand what was happening.

Luke didn't leave his room and I didn't dare knock. I felt like my worries were soon to be nothing, and so I pushed them away. Liz came home late, and she seemed quite tired, so I hit the hay quite some time before midnight.

I woke up for Adam's bath to school and his breakfast and lunchbox. that boy sure knew how to eat, and I knew I had to fix him something to fulfill his appetite. that boy was lucky, he eats like a beast but his body just remains the same.

after sending Liz off to work, with Adam alongside her, I stayed in my room - not really sure what to do. I was about to grab one of Liz's romantic paperbacks on her bookshelf, but I was interrupted by a knock on the door. I wasn't sure who it could be. I mean, would Luke really knock? never mind.

I opened the door, and there he was. dressed in a band t-shirt with a large smiley on it, I noticed he was wearing his daily skinnies and there were socks on his large feet. I looked up only to find his hair done and gelled, probably wanting to head out.

"hi." he said, not looking at me.

"uhm," I scratched the back of my head, "hey."

"wanna grab some froyo?" he asked, his eyes finally looking into mine. I wasn't sure what I was hearing so I just nodded. did he really ask me to get some froyo with him?

"oh," I looked down at my sweatpants and large sweatshirt, "can I change?"

"yeah," he had that sparkly grin on his face and he cracked his knuckles. "I'll wait downstairs, alright?"

I nodded before shutting the door behind me. I pinched myself to give myself some assurance that this wasn't a dream. what do I even wear for froyo? ugh.

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I ended up wearing my baggy flannels and a plain shirt inside. Luke didn't even complain about my appearances, even if I wasn't wearing one of his picks at the shops the other day. I was pleased.

we drove to the nearest mall, and I couldn't help but feel uneasy with the awkwardness between us. we didn't even say anything and when a catchy tune came on the radio, I found myself tapping along to the beat while Luke murmured the lyrics that sounded like 'can't feel my face' or something. I wasn't really sure.

I found myself gaping at the sight of people walking in and out of clothing stores, food restaurants, game places, accessories, and even some cd stores. I found myself losing my cool in the mall. it was so cool. I noticed Luke stealing some glances and I pretended to not notice. I took some larger steps so I wasn't too far away from Luke. boy, was he fast - and tall.

without him saying anything, he just stopped in his tracks, and grabbed a hand of mine that was lingering by my side. he pulled me alongside him and I followed him silently, unable to muster the thoughts of his large hand swallowing my small ones. I hope I wasn't sweating or anything. oh god.

he took it so naturally, and without any form of hesitation, I felt some kind of assurance. I felt my cheeks burning because of the way he held my hand and I couldn't help but feel it was sweet. I didn't want him to let go.