seventy two hours :: lrh

quindici

aspyn was never late to work again after her first day, but josie didn't seemed faced at all. every monday to friday, luke would always be behind the front counter, greeting her with his famous smile and making her day ten times brighter. every lunch break, they would go out to mcdonald's together; luke was always up for a happy meal. and even when luke's shift ended an hour earlier than hers, she would always find him sitting in one corner of the coffee shop, his nose getting lost in between pages of books he always brought, and they would always walk to their apartment building together. before aspyn could even open the door to her home, he would never fail to come up with a pick up line and make her laugh, always. 

at night, luke would constantly text her with updates of his everyday life e.i. 'watching the new star wars movie rn' 'can't sleep wbu?' 'drinking coffee r u asleep'  and many more. it was like he was some sort of famous superstar and his number one fan was himself, updating the world with whatever he was up to. luke has mentioned once or twice to her that he always wanted to be a superstar, but he thought it would never work out; he claimed himself as a boy with big dreams in a small world.

she thought otherwise, when one early monday morning, she received a text message from him.

"hey are you still up? :-)"

"nah i'm sleeping while texting like the usual why??"

"we're going on an adventure."

"it's 2 am."

"i'm coming to get you."

-

and that was why aspyn was seated in the front seat of an old pick up truck luke said he bought from a sale two years ago and never got to use it during the day. but apparently, he drove susan, as he named the vehicle, when it's two in the freaking morning. of course she asked why he picked the name susan, but he didn't respond; he changed the subject instead.

"so where are we going?" she questioned, looking through the windshield of the truck, seeing nothing but the bright red light from a post signaling that they were to stop. he replied, "it's a surprise."

"i swear to god if you're bringing me to a strip club, luke - "

"i'm not bringing you to a strip club, silly!"

he once told her that during his thirteenth birthday his two older brothers, ben and jack, jokingly brought him to a strip club, and made him cry for two weeks straight. aspyn thought it was hilarious. she asked him where his older brothers were, but he didn't respond to her, again.

few minutes later, they pulled up to a drive thru at mcdonald's, and aspyn snorted. he looked at her dumbfounded and said, "what?"

"so this is our adventure? at two a.m.?"

"this is just the beginning of the best night of your life, and it's two thirty, actually."

he got them cheeseburgers, lots and lots of french fries, and coca-cola, afterwards. it was weird, she thought, how everything in her life was going smoothly. it has been long since something tragic happened, but it was not like she wanted something tragic to happen; if she had the chance to travel in time, she wouldn't take it as she didn't want to change anything in her life anymore. it was almost perfect, but there was just a little something that was missing.

"so," luke said, taking a sip of the acidic drink aspyn was holding to his mouth for him, driving towards god knows where. "are you ready for the best night of your life, of which does not involve strip clubs?"

"yes!" she said, and they both laughed as he continued driving and she continued eating silently. while his eyes were on the road, hers were on him. she looked at him from his messy un-quiffed hair down to his little growing stuble, and she swore in that moment that he was the epitome of perfection, although she always said that nobody was perfect and all of us have flaws. 

"do you have a scientific explanation to why you were staring at me for a solid two minutes?" luke spoke, not taking his eyes off the road as he did so.

"i do not," she said, taking her eyes off of him and facing to the opposite direction, looking at the trees they passed by. she heard him snort, but she wasn't up to argue about how she was not looking at him for the hundredth time, so she just closed her eyes and listened to the unfamiliar music playing in the background.

"this is one of my favorites," luke muttered, and she nodded. "this sounds good."

"it feels good," agreed luke. (a/n: ba dum tss)

"there's a place on the corner of cherry street
we would walk on the beach in our bare feet
we were both 18 and it felt so right
sleeping all day, staying up all night
staying up all night ... "

and that was what they did; walking on the beach bare-footed at three in the morning, they weren't both eighteen, but she was. and they stayed up sitting down on the sand cuddled up together, talking about random things from what sheet of beethoven was the best to how luke would have anxiety when he puts the right earphone on the left and vice versa until five in the morning when all of their food were inside their stomachs and aspyn feel asleep on luke's chest, their hands intertwined.

and while luke thought that she was fast asleep, she heard him whisper silently.

"i don't know what's prettier; the waves, the sand, or your eyes."

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(a/n): the song was yellowcard by ocean avenue which was a track in luke's playlist from people's magazine btw

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