coffee boy || luke hemmings

5: Three Words, Eight Letters

A/N: omg to all the amazing people reading this: thank you so damn much!! it means the WORLD to me! i have several finals this week but i will totally try to post (as if ppl keep up with this) and plz excuse me while i go sob because Dan Howell is 25. adios bitchessss <3 stay classy 

5: Three Words, Eight Letters

11:19pm

April 2nd, Saturday

Los Angeles

"I'm never going to shut up about that concert." I said to Luke with a tired tone, resting my head against the car window.

"It was the best concert I've ever been to." He says, looking tired as well.

"How many concerts have you been to?"

"Um, there was Good Charlotte a trillion times, Blink-182 twice, um. There's probably hundreds more. I honestly have no idea." He admits.

"And you're not broke?" I asked incredulously.

"Surprisingly not."

"I've been to three, this being my third. Blink last year and Taylor Swift on the Red Tour."

"That's some good concerts. Which Blink one was it?"

"It was like last one together before Tom left, i think."

"I was at that concert!!" He exclaimed.

"Oh my god really?"

"Yeah. I think this was the best concert because I was with you." Luke said, blushing. I giggled, not knowing what to say.

"Thank you for taking me. Did you know my favorite band was All Time Low?"

"Yes, Carter, I listen to you." I rolled my eyes and gave him a smile. Sorrow set in when I saw my exit on the highway.

"That's my exit." I had never hated my exit so much. Luke groaned in response and turned on the blinker, switching lanes. I leaned my head against the window with a frown. Why did this have to end?

I must have fallen asleep because next thing I knew, Luke was shaking my shoulder.

"Carter? Wake up."

"Huh?" I said, opening my eyes slowly.

"You fell asleep. It's late, I don't want your parents to worry." Parents stung a little, he didn't know.

"Hey what's wrong?" Luke asked, he must have seen the microscopic, or so I thought, tear escape.

"Nothing, nothing."

"No. Carter, what is it?"

"Um my dad. He -he passed away five years ago."

"Oh my Carter, I'm so sorry. Okay wow, that was inconsiderate of me to assume you had both of your parents and oh fuck. I'm making this worse, aren't I?" He asked but I giggled. He was cute when he rambled.

"It's fine, Luke." He didn't look convinced. "Really, it is. You didn't know."

"I feel like i should have though. Not like you should have told me but i should have asked." Luke looked serious now.

"What do you mean?" I wanted to know.

"It may sound totally cheesy but I've met a lot of girls. Not in a cocky way but just- yeah. Um and I've never met a single girl who made me ramble and blush and make me happy, I guess." With every word my smile grew and my heart beat faster.

"To be honest, I'm a sucker for anything cheesy. Like your cheesy puns and your cringe worthy jokes. I'm a sucker for your stupidly adorable smile and how you have a weird craving for caramel at 7:50 in the morning." I confessed. Luke and I had somehow gotten closer to each other over the center armrest; our faces inches apart.

"I love how you say caramel. I love-" He stopped mid sentence.

"Were you just gonna say that you... That you..." I couldn't say it myself. Why?

"Um...Maybe?" He admits. This boy. This six foot four, Australian, rambling, nerdy, ruggedly handsome guy, loved me? Like loved me? There was nothing else that could have possibly made me this happy. Did I love Luke? How could I not? Luke made innocent, floral t-shirt wearing me feel like something rare. Something different. I'd never had a boyfriend, I'd always thought I was too plain-jane for anyone to like me. Like me, let alone love me.

"Okay so are you gonna say it, or?" I challenged him.

"What if you don't say it back?"

"Why would I not say it back?"

"Because maybe you don't love me."

"Oh shut up." I said. And then i kissed him. It was like nothing else mattered, there was just Luke and me over the armrest of the car. His lips and mine fit together like lock and key. It's perfect; he's perfect. It's my first kiss. And when we pull apart he has one thing to say.

"I love you."