friends || l.r.h

0.8

I haven't been able to stop thinking of Lillian and our talk. She was right. It's about the little things. But what about what her mom told her?

What if our friendship does end in only two ways? Nothing or...love? Do I love luke? No way. No. I couldn't ever look at luke in that way. He's like my brother...with a cute smile, and a goofy personality that I live for. And I really like the way he dresses. It's attractive, and I love his forehead kisses.

Okay stop, Cleo. Like really stop. This is luke were talking about.

I mean I love him, but not in that way. I couldn't ever do that. It'd just be awkward. Wouldn't it? Probably not. We've done everything with each other. Even weird stuff that only girls do together, or boys do together. It's just how close we are.

Maybe I'm being too hard on him. He's been in other relationships but not like Ashley and him. She never lets him hang out with me.

I heard the door bell, and I listened closely, hearing Luke's voice along with Lillian.
"Is Cleo upstairs?" He asked and I heard her sigh.

"I think i'm suppose to tell you that she's not here, I don't know how this works," she said and I chuckled at her attempt.

"Can I please just go talk to her? Please, and I'll leave if she wants me to," he said and she agreed to it.

I stayed on my bed, continuing to draw in my sketch book. As luke walked in, he was dragging the giant bear I wanted at the store earlier and I couldn't hold back my smile as he gave me a goofy grin.

"Special delivery for Cleo?" He joked and I got up and ran to him hugging him tight, as he sighed into my hair, holding me tighter.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I hate making you sad."

After hugging long enough, I pulled away and glanced at the giant teddy bear and shrugged.
"I guess this counts as an apology acceptance. But really Luke," I said glancing at him as I put the bear over in the corner of my room.
"You have to stop ditching me. You don't realize how much you hurt my feelings doing that to me."

He frowned sighing running a hand through his hair as I sat back down on my bed, crisscrossed and he came, over, laying down beside me, awfully close, leaning on his arm for support.

"I know I know, and i'm sorry. It's just hard. Ashley and I only been dating for a month and a half and it's hard for me to tell her no, you know? I'm not capable with it yet. Just give me time," he said and I rolled my eyes and shrugged.

He glanced over at my sketch so far and grinned, "You did this?" He asked amazed and I nodded my head. He loved looking through my art work. Ever since we were young he shad and always told me how one day I'd make something of it.

"Amazing, Cleo," he said, "it's beautiful."

I smiled starring at it, nodding my head. He was right. It was. I drew my mother, and used color pencils to color it, although i'm still not done, but still. It looked just like her.

"I miss her," he said, and I glanced down at him, nodding my head.

"Me too." I said as he sat up beside of me, and wrapping his arm around my waist and kissing my temple

"How about you show me how to draw something?" He said grinning, giving me a tingly feeling in my chest as I looked at him smiling. I nodded my head, grabbing a new piece of paper.

"Draw a head to start it off," I said and he took it, and I waited as he drew the outline of a head, but when he showed me it looked more like a deformed potato and I couldn't hold in my laughter.

"Luke!" I laughed as he laughed along with me and I shook my head, "Okay maybe we'll do this another day," I said grabbing it and setting it on my night stand as he pouted and tackled me to the bed.

"You saying my heads aren't good?!" He said as he tickled me, sending me into a fit of laughter as I tried to shove him away, but he grabbed both of my hands stopping me from doing so.

"Say i'm a better artist than you," he smirked holding my hands down above him and I rolled my eyes.

"As if," I scoffed and he smirked before letting a strand of spit slowly slide down from his lips.

I gasped in disgust, desperately trying to wiggle out of his grip as it inched closer. I hated when he would do this. It's so disgusting and I hated it.
"Okay!! You're a better artist than I am! Stop luke!" I said as he sucked it back in laughing to himself as he let me go, and I shoved him off me into the floor, making a thud pleasing myself as he pouted.