tomboy ▪ hemmings

23.

((i just gonna know, is it all in my head?))

chapter before the last and epilogue!

LUKE'S POV -ahoy mate-

the party was such a piss off and I really wanted to go home and explain everything to Andy. I felt like shit when I let her run off to her room, but I figured it was because she needed some space.

I should've chased after her, shouldn't I? ugh.

the party was stoked, the DJ was really spinning some good tracks and there were lots of people dancing along to the beat. I usually loved these kind of scenes, swooping in the limelight in the middle of the party. but I wasn't up to it tonight, especially after what had happened.

I haven't even told her the real reason, and that just sucks. I don't want us to be in a fight, literally when my flight was the next day. and she doesn't even know it. I saw Michael walking over to me, and I nodded at him.

I realized that Mikey had a crush on Andy, ever since the first time he met her at the restaurant. he actually confessed he was gay, but then he realized that Andy was a girl, after earning a smack on the head from me.

"I would say she deserves better, but I see what she does to you." he muttered, after taking a gulp of his beer. I looked at him, and let out a sigh. Michael was slightly pissed at me, because I fell for her and she fell for me, but it wasn't my fault it happened. Michael understood, and that I admired.

"I know, but what am I supposed to do? I'm not good at this mike."

"talk to her, be honest. tell her how you really feel, I think she'll appreciate that." he said, sincerity dripping from his words.

"I don't even have a reason for delaying the news. I suck."

"you really do," Michael said, and I glared at him. he was grinning. "but it's never too late."

"thank you Mikey," I gave him a hug, and he patted my back.

"go get em tiger." he said, and I held my fist and he returned the gesture.

"Mikey," he looked at me and I smiled. "muke forever."

Michael laughed, and I ran out of the doors - determined to get home as soon as possible.

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my plan was to enter her room quietly, and maybe cuddle her for the night before earning a smack in the chest the next morning and explain.

it all sounded perfect, until I realized that she wasn't asleep the moment I came home. her lights were still on, and I swore I heard her laughing, or maybe crying to herself. I wasn't sure, but all I knew was that she wasn't asleep.

shit, what now?

I decided to confront her now. it might be sooner or never, and I needed this. I wanted her back.

I knocked, and the door was immediately open. I watched as she stopped dead in her tracks as she saw me in the doorway. we stared at each other, completely ignoring the fact that she was sexy in a large shirt without any pants and a novel in her hand. explained what was keeping her up the night.

I looked at her and her face portrayed the hurt and anger that I created, that I caused. and I hoped mine didn't show the impact of how serious her words affected me. even if I knew she said she didn't want to talk to me, the fact that she was trying to close the door in my face shattered my heart.

I grabbed her arm, and that made her turn around. green eyes met mine, and I immediately realized how I loved how warming those green emeralds made me feel, and how beautiful her hair lingered upon her back. she looked away, and I took the chance to close the distance between us. she didn't run, and I felt relieved that she didn't cower away from my touch.