apartment 304 // luke hemmings

chapter one

alrighhhhhtttt im a lil rusty bc I've been stressing about school and i totally neglected my wattpad acc but hopefully I'll be back to updating and making good content lol tytyty for reading (-:

"Flight 103 to Seattle is now boarding." The loudspeaker calls.

I frantically stand up from the cafe in the airport, "Fuck, " I mutter to myself as I quickly leave. The gate is almost a ten minute walk away, and I almost start running, in hopes to catch this flight. Once I reach the gate, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. The line to board seems to be way to long to stand and wait, so I decide to take a seat on one of the chairs until the line gets shorter.

"Hey," a guy with bleached blond hair, runs over to me and hands me my passport and ticket. "You, uh, dropped this over there." He says breathlessly.

"Thanks." I say back, out of breath as well.

The blonde boy slumps on the chair next to me, "So why Seattle, Washington? You're living here in Northern California, we're in San Francisco! It's basically the same thing."

Confused about the sudden interaction, and being the awkward human being I am, I manage to stutter, "Wait -what's your name?"

"Oh, sorry, I'm Michael Clifford. Nice to meet you Andrea, right?"

"Yeah," I respond, still confused.

"I saw your ticket and passport," Michael shrugs. "So again, why Seattle? Have you been there before? A little boring, if I do say so myself."

I shrug back, "I need a change of scenery. I'm probably staying there for a while, I guess. You've been to Seattle?"

"Yeah I live there." He replies, pointing at the address in his passport.

"You know, showing strangers your passport is completely unconventional."

"Says the one who dropped theirs and made me run all the way over here for you."

"Who said you had to run for me?" I laugh.

"Can't you just be glad a nice, bloke like me returned a lost passport and ticket to it's rightful owner?"

"You're right,"

"Of course I am." He says sassily.

I stand up from my chair, "Well, Michael Clifford, it was a pleasure meeting you, but my flight is-"

"Our flight," He interrupts, standing up as well.

"Our flight is boarding, and we should head over."

I thought I wouldn't see Michael during my flight, though I was wrong. He sat two rows behind me, and there was an empty seat between me and the lady in the aisle seat. So halfway through the flight, Michael took that opportunity to take it. Angering the poor woman in the aisle seat, while I was quite sad that he took the other arm rest.

"This would've been totally awkward if you were someone else." He says, making himself comfortable.

"What are you doing Michael?"

"Yes. What are you doing kid?" The lady asks, annoyed.

"I'm sitting with my new friend," He replies. Then turns to me, "You don't mind, do ya?"

"Well, not really. But-"

"Great. So do you know anyone in Seattle? Maybe we could hang out or something, seeing as you said you're gonna stay for a while."

"Not exactly." I say, unsure of whether or not I should take his offer of hanging out with him yet.

"Hmm." He mumbles, pushing his hand through his blond locks.

"I like your hair, by the way." I blurt out.

"Thanks! I did it myself, with my friend Calum. He only did a streak of blond in his hair because he's a wimp or whatever. Your hair is nice too, you should do something to it." He rambles.

I run a hand through my tangled brown hair and laugh, "I hate my hair, maybe I should."

"I'm sure we can figure something out about that later," Michael laughs with me.

I end up falling asleep during Michael's long story about finding a litter of kittens in his backyard. Something about hiding them in his treehouse and feeding them pizza, I think. It had been a long day, and I felt awfully terrible as I dozed off.

ok ok this is a luke ff and its meant for to be told in his pov (like the book desription but this is in andreas pov bc its how ashley met michael and how she got to seattle duh lol) odd beginning but idk it felt like it worked even though it was kinda rushed so I'm sorry

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