Hey so here is the next part! oh and also i started another story so you should go check it out its called new life...new me, all because i witnessed a murder. It's a little depressing but i swear it's going to get better! okay well onto the story! as always comment, vote, or dont! =]
Nothing about the rest of my day was the slightest bit enjoyable because all day I couldn't stop thinking about those lips, the lips I didn't get to kiss! I also couldn't stop replaying everything that happened at the car, It was...amazing. Sure he's a senior but he's only two years older than me so there was nothing wrong with it.
So you may be sitting there thinking dude, you've only known him for one day and you are obsessing over his lips, clingy much? Well in my defense I've seen Luke around the pool for the last two summers. He's someone I've DEFINITLY noticed. We talked a couple times, just small talk when he would sign in. Of course with my new look there is no way he recognizes me. So don't judge, I've had a crush on this kid for two years. After all, other than Blake, he was the only other guy that talked to me.
I couldn't wait to see Luke again tomorrow. Not only was he ridiculously good looking, but he was nice to me when I wasn't nice to practically anyone, he's sweet, he's funny, he's easy to talk to, and most importantly I trust him entirely for some reason. He makes me feel so safe and alive, I can forget about what happened when I'm around Luke.
After I finished my homework I watched three movies trying to kill time and occupy my mind. Finally it was nine o'clock so I figured it was time to start getting ready for bed. I jumped in the shower and when I was finished but on my cute undies that were a maroonish purple color and my white tank top. Tank top and underwear have always been my nightwear of choice. I closed the curtains on the doors to the balcony of my room.
As I laid in bed staring at the ceiling I was having a really hard time sleeping for two reasons. One was that it was really bothering me that I couldn't figure out where I knew Mr. Powell from. And what was with him today, he was being so...creepy watching me and Luke like that. *sigh* Luke, reason number two I could fall asleep, does he remember me? And man those lips...
Sick of everything running through my head I grabbed my iPod and blasted my music, singing along in my head so that lyrics were all I was thinking of. Luckily it worked and in no time I was fast asleep.
I woke up from the sun shining through my window, it's rays lightly caressing my face. I heard someone honking outside my house so I slipped on some shorts and ran outside to see who it was. It was Luke. He smiled and beckoned me to get in the car so of course I did. We drove down a long winding road with no one else on it, the whole time holding hands in the middle. We arrived at the beachand when we got out he grabbed my hand and led us to a picnicthat seemed to have magically appeared. We walked up to the blanket but before I could sit down he grabbed both of my handsin his and looked me in the eye. "Before we eat, I need to do something I didn't get the chance to do earlier." With those words he closed his eyes and began to lean in towards my face. Immediately catching on I closed my eyes too and leaned in to meet him, to taste those lips finally. One more inch...
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! I bolted upright in bed. I was going to kill whoever was at my door. I got out of bed and went to see who my victim was. "FUCK! Not again, I swear I'm going to hurt you, you ruined a perfectly good dream. Thanks you, Luke and I did not get to -" I immediately shut my mouth when I opened my door and saw who was there.
"You and I didn't get to what?" Luke simply said with a smirk. Shit here comes the blush.
"Did I say Luke I meant...L-L-Lars." Lars? Genius. Not.
"Lars?" he said eyeing me skeptically.
"Yes. Lars."
"Who's Lars?" He replied smirking. Apparently he's already caught on that I'm awful at lying.
