To Fix Yesterday | l.h.

1.4

"You have to pick something," Luke whined as he scrolled through Netflix.

"I told you, I don't know! You should pick, you've seen more movies than I have," I replied.

He chuckled and pulled me closer into him. We were sitting on the couch with it pulled out, drowning in an uncountable number of pillows and blankets. I was snuggled so close into his side that I might as well have been on top of him. A huge smile was plastered on my face. Ever since I smiled again, it was literally impossible for me to stop, especially when I was with Luke. I guess I was just catching up on all the years upon years I hadn't smiled.

"How about a horror movie?" Luke suggested.

"I've never seen one," I admitted, looking up at him.

"Are you serious?" He gasped. "I would've thought that all you watched was horror movies."

I shook my head. "Nope. I've always been, um...I've always been too scared."

"Aww!" he cooed, leaving a small peck on my nose. "Well, you're gonna watch one now that you know I'm here to protect you, right?"

I looked down at his Mickey Mouse pajama shirt and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, you definitely seem like the kind of guy who would fight off a serial killer."

"Oh, shush. You've been through too much already, I won't let anything happen to you." He then turned back to the tv and started searching for a movie. "Now, let's start our horror movie montage with something nice and simple...The Purge."

"Nuh uh, I've seen commercials for that." I shook my head, not ready to lose my horror movie virginity just yet, and especially not to that movie.

"It's not that bad!" Luke whined.

"Nope, not happening. How about something like...The Lion King?" I suggested. Luke raised an eyebrow. "What? Mufasa's death isn't exactly pleasant."

"That's sad, not scary. A Disney movie is far from a horror film," he exclaimed, his eyes fixating back on the television as he continued going through movies. He began humming the tune of an unfamiliar song and I realized something.

"Hey, you play guitar and sing and write songs," I said, poking his arm.

"Yes, this is all true." He nodded and giggled, looking down at me.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Well...why haven't you played anything for me?"

"You want to hear me play something? Really?" he asked, a huge smile spreading across his face.

"Yeah, of course I do." I shook my head, not believing how shocked he was to hear that I wanted him to play something for me. "Do you have an original you can play for me?"

"Well," Luke paused and pushed himself up off the couch. "There is this one song that I've been working on. It's...it's kind of inspired by you. I only have a verse, though."

"That's ok, I still want to hear it," I said.

Luke disappeared into his bedroom. A couple seconds later he came back out with an acoustic guitar and sat back down next to me. He took in a deep breath, looked at me, and chuckled. He started playing a simple beat on the guitar.  Then he started singing.

"Just a girl who turned 18, ran away to chase her dreams, they said she wouldn't make it far," he began and gave me a smile. "Took a chance and packed her bags, left town and didn't look back, so tired of wishing on the stars...um," he hesitated and laughed a little before adding, "La da da, la da da da da, la da da, la da da da da."

"Wow...you can fucking sing, oh my god," I exclaimed, surprised at how talented he was. "I wish I knew sooner."

"I'm not that good, but thank you. But, do you like the song?" he asked, giving me a nervous look.