The Gig (lrh)

Chapter 8 ~ "Don't worry about it."

~Charlie~
What the fuck,
What the fuck,
What the fuck, Charlie?

I scolded myself as I walked back to the snack and drink table. I poured myself a little bit of whiskey and let it run down my throat without a thought, then another, then another. These drinks weren't enough to stop my thinking about Luke and his lips against mine. Not that it didn't feel right, but that's the reason that I wanted to get rid of the feeling. I was scared of what the feeling was. I subconsciously ate more Doritos until they were gone, then I saw him walk back in.

Luke was peering around the room with wide eyes as if he was looking for something. Probably me. Great. I tried my best not to stick out, but not too inconspicuous, so I wasn't hiding under the table or anything. He noticed me. Great! He began strolling in my direction. GREAT!

Okay, keep your cool Charlie. That shouldn't be a problem, you're good at keeping your cool. Well shit, maybe not.

I don't know what this boy is doing to me, but I don't like it.

The closer he got, more of my chill was lost.

As he got closer I noticed something dangling around his index finger as he twirled them around. My keys. My goddamn keys. That car was going to be the death of me.

As I kept my eyes trained on him, and he kept on inattentively spinning the shiny key ring around his finger, they spun off and hit some blonde bimbo in the head.

"Ow!" She screeched. Those keys just love hurting people, don't they?

I couldn't help but erupt into a fit of giggles and snorts from across the room. I could t help it. People were looking at me like I was crazy, I'm assuming because they didn't see the scene that just unfolded, but I sure did. I thought it was hilarious.

I noticed Luke turn a deep shade of crimson as he paced over to the blonde he'd accidentally hit with the keys. I would've been pissed if it was me, but the moment she saw it was Luke, A.K.A. Blue eyes, blond hair, and lip ring, she immediately smiled like a mad woman insisting it was okay and getting all touchy freely with him. I could tell Luke was uncomfortable, but I wasn't going to do anything about it. I honestly, to my surprise and satisfaction, wasn't jealous.

Maybe this stupid feeling in my stomach that I've grown to hate has finally subsided.

Luke looked over to me in the same spot I had been frozen in a fit of hysterics for a solid three minutes. As soon as he saw me laughing like a maniac his worry filled expression turned to a bright smile.

And there goes that stupid feeling in the pit of my stomach again.

He picked up my keys from the ground, apologized to the girl in the tight dress that was way to short for a concert, and shamefully walked back over to me, his original destination.

I was still half way laughing when he approached me. I had my hand balled up in front of my mouth to hide my smile. In all honestly I hated the way I looked when I smiled, but I would never tell anyone that.

He scratched at the nape of his neck before he outstretched his arm to me with my car keys held tightly in his grasp, I'm assuming he was holding them too tightly in the fear that they would slip from his hands again. This thought brought the scenario that happened moments before back to the front of my thoughts and before I could grab the keys from his large hands, I began to laugh that hideous laugh of mine.