Bad Boy Meets Bad Girl

Late Night Talks

  "Luke, are you awake?" I whispered, hoping he was. I needed to talk to someone, anyone about something that was eating me alive, he groaned in response "I need to talk to you about something" I added "what's up, can't it wait till morning?" his voice was deep and scratchy "how do you know if a guy likes you?" I asked as he buried his head further into my neck "erm, I don't know, he'll probably do anything to protect you, get jealous when other guys take interest in you or more likely tease you, why?" he asked still not fully awake. I sighed, this is so fucking confusing, "lets say, I like a guy but he kissed another girl right in front of me but got really angry when I was with another guy, not doing anything other than dancing, what does that mean?" I asked as if who I was talking about wasn't obvious. "You mean Michael?" he asked, shit, "no! Of course not! It's just theoretical" I denied hoping he was too sleepy to care "well, if he got jealous he probably likes you but is too much of a dumb ass to realise" he's probably right.. "Yeah, you're probably right, thanks. Sorry for waking you up" I nodded even though he couldn't see it "okay, night" he mumbled before soft snores escaped his mouth "night" I mumbled back even though he couldn't hear me.