tomboy ▪ hemmings

21.

((HOW FUCKIN DEEP IS YOUR LOVE))

ANDREA'S POV

I wasn't expecting Luke to be having a date at the park, with sandwiches that Luke had specially made for this event.

okay, okay - I'll start off with how his deep snores were making their way into my eardrums. aha.

waking up to him next to you was probably one of the best feelings. and I couldn't help but regain the thoughts of him not wanting to wake up since next to me was the best place in the world. Luke was cheesy, but I liked his cheesy.

so, when my phone beeped after I slipped out of the long shower I took, I frowned. who would be texting me? it was Luke, if you were wondering.

from: Luke the jerk

get ready, we're going on that date in 15 minutes :) x

I should probably change his name. oops, my bad. I changed into a pair of skinnies, and grabbed one of the crop tops that showed of my midriffs with a red flannel on top. I think it suits well.

we didn't even drive to the park, and we walked hand in hand, and he constantly brought my hand up to his lips and gave it small kisses before grazing his thumb repeatedly across the back of my hand. I held my breath with my hand in his large hands, I felt safe with him.

"you good?" he asked.

"perfect." I answered, and I watched as his smile never left his face. he squeezed my hand before looking ahead.

"here we are." he sat down on the grass, and pulled me down with him. I accidentally squealed and he laughed as I landed in his lap and his hands gripped my sides. he looked at me, and I looked between him and the grass, slightly nervous.

"I wasn't really ready for this date, so it's not really special," he said, his lower lip slightly jutted out. I shook my head, and he laughed at the sudden actions.

I placed my hands on his chest, and I knew he was watching my every action. I took in a deep breath, and rested my forehead against his neck. he immediately wrapped his arms around me, one at the waist and another around my shoulders, and he held me tightly.

we stayed silent for a moment, and his hands squeezed me from time to time, and I liked it.

"god, I think I like you too much," he whispered and chuckled and I pulled back to look at him.

"I think I'm guilty too," I mirrored his actions, and placed my forehead against his chest.

"you know," he adjusted his sitting position, "we haven't eaten and we're already acting so intimate."

I groaned, and smacked his chest playfully. "I'm hungry," I murmured against his neck and he smiled before kissing my temple.

"I know," he grabbed the picnic basket closer and nudged my shoulder, "let's eat then."

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"so, Donald duck or Mickey mouse?" he burped and I jolted up only to smack his hip. he laughed and I laughed along with him, and I laid back again.

"I have to say, Mickey mouse because he's like the main attraction and Donald's just too snappy." he said, his hand holding mine.

"but you're snappy," I said, "so, I think you're Donald." he groaned and I laughed.

"ugh, shut up Ands." he kissed my knuckles before placing our hands on his stomach.

we were both full with the two dozens of sandwiches and lemonade that Luke had bought from home. I don't really know if I should believe him when he says he made those because the sandwiches were good. I honestly think he bought them somewhere.