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(sorry i have not been uploading daily! wattpad wasn't working, and i couldn't find the draft to this, but here it is! follow me on twitter. @frappejaino thanks for reading! )







It was Saturday the next day, and my dad was probably worried sick as to where I was. I woke up at about ten, and Luke didn't have his arms around me, but I had a blanket around me and my head was on a pillow. I looked around, trying to see where the other boys were. I got up, stretching and walked upstairs to see the house was empty. I was left in Luke's house by myself? I walked into the kitchen, and saw a note that looked like it was Lukes handwriting.

Hey Drea,

We went to the gym and had to go film a video. My mum probably left too, but I'll come over to your house later, alright? See you, love. xx Luke.

I smiled to myself and tucked the note in my pocket as I noticed I was in Luke's sweatshirt too. I don't even remember changing into this! I shrugged and grabbed my phone, fixing my messy bun, and slipped my shoes on as I walked out of the house and walked back to my house. It wasn't that long of a walk to my house from his house, so I put my earbuds in and listened to some music.

When I got home, I noticed my dad was home too. Usually he was at work by now. I walked in the house and took off my shoes. He looked over at me and stood up, crossing his arms.

"Where were you last night?" He asked, tapping his foot against the ground.

I took a deep breath and looked at him. "Luke, Jai, Beau and I were all hanging out and I just fell asleep there. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just lost track of time." My dad nodded and sat back down.

"At least you had fun." He looked back at the tv, and I sighed. I walked upstairs and threw my book bag on the floor, and sat on my bed, grabbing my laptop and went on Twitter. It seemed ever since Luke posted that tweet of us officially being an item, my followers count exploded and everyone kept tweeting me questions about Luke. I chuckled to myself as I read some of these.

My phone rang and I didn't know where it was. I got up, and walked to grab my phone. When I looked at the caller ID, I saw it was Diana. I answered it with a smile. "Hi Ana!" I said, really cheerfully and sat back down on my bed.

"Drea! Oh gosh, how is Australia? Meet any cute boys? How's Penola?" She asked these questions and I laughed and shook my head, laying back.

"It's amazing! Penola's huge and yes...if you didn't see my Twitter, I kinda moved on from Noah a little fast and found a new guy." I smiled and blushed , looking at my computer.

"I saw that you're with a new boy! He's cute! Good choice! Does he understand everything with you?" She asked and I shrugged

"I mean, he knows what happened with Noah and I, and basically said he's always gonna be there for me and that he cares about me a lot." I looked at my nails, then back at my computer.

"I'm glad you found someone like that, Dre. You really needed someone like that to cheer you up. Noah hurt you, and this Luke boy won't hurt you, right?" I nodded and giggled.

"Luke is so perfect, Diana. He's got a cute little lip ring and nose piercing with his curly hair. Ahhh, he's just amazing." I giggled again and covered my mouth to reduce my giggling.

Diana laughed and I couldn't stop smiling. "I'm glad you're happy and giggling again, Drea. You need a boy to keep you happy." I laid back on my bed and looked at my computer again.

"Yeah, I'm glad too! But I just met him not even a week ago! Do you think this is going too fast?" I asked her, starting to question if it was too early.

"Well....do you care about him?" She asked and I nodded to myself.

"Yes! I do! He cares about me, I care about him."

"Have you kissed him?" I gulped, thinking back to our kiss during his video.

"Y-yes? I mean, it was for a video! But it meant something, to both of us.." I said and looked at my Facebook messages, seeing Luke had messaged me.

"Then it's not too fast, Drea.. You two are meant for each other...."

Meant for each other, really?

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