Luke's P.O.V.
Her ebony black hair cascaded down in delicate ringlets, forming the perfect frame for her face. Her pink lips curved downwards into a frown as she stared at the paper on her desk in silent frustration. Suddenly, her eyes narrowed and a smile began to form on her face. She quickly scribbled something on the paper and turned to me, her chocolate brown eyes shining with victory. I quickly tried (and failed) to divert my attention back to the Maths' sum i was supposed to be doing. "Why were you staring at me? Is there something on my face?" she asked. My brain scrambled, trying to grasp a reason for me to be staring at her without confessing my feelings. "Yep. You have a little ugliness smeared all over your face....wait sorry, forgot you were born with that." I teased. "Puh - lease. You were just captivated by my beauty." she joked, not knowing just how close she had came to guessing the truth. "This is coming from the one who fell off the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down." I replied causing her to fake a gasp. This was what I enjoyed, being able to joke and laugh with the love of my life so freely and yet there was one thing at the back of my mind trying to ruin my happiness. It was the simple fact that the love of my life, y/n, is and always will be just my friend.
~A.G
