Luke and I sat on the couch, the parents had kicked us out of the dining room, leaving is to make conversation by ourselves, it was quite awkward, our small talk wouldn't last more than 5 minutes at a time before returning back to our awkward silence. We had established that we were both 17 and we would be attending the same school, he has a job at the supermarket which he seemed to be a little embarrassed about. And he has a passion for playing the guitar. I decided against bringing up the beach singing and guitar playing that occurred earlier, I didn't want him thinking I was a creep.
We munched on the chicken salad, the adults thought it was a "fantastic" idea, for us to watch a movie while eating dinner, as they chatted about how good the discounts are at the supermarket or whatever adults discuss at dinner. As we watched our movie, mean girls ( his pick ) I would sneak a few glances at him, each time reminding me of how hot he was, he was quite a lanky guy, his hair was quiffed, staying up somehow, I imagined him, applying large amounts of gel to his hair. He was wearing black jeans, which had large holes in the knees, he was wearing a black singlet which revealed his toned arms. Adding to how hot he was. He noticed me staring and looked at me, " take a picture, it will last longer" her said, laughing a bit, I laughed too, awkwardly though, being around him felt like I was walking on thin ice for some reason.
The door closed shut and I suddenly felt really tired, I thanked mom for the dinner and made my way upstairs. I took off my makeup and brushed my teeth, I peeled off my jeans and too and changed into some Pyjama shorts and one of dads old tshirts, it had a faded picture of the Beatles on it. I hadn't washed this shirt since he gave it to me, I smelt the neck line, remembering his smell. I walked over to the balcony, pulling the door open and stepping outside, I watched the water crashing into the sand, intently listening to the sea like I had been earlier, I peered over to the left and noticed someone's light still on. I then noticed Luke, sitting on his bed, strumming his guitar, I could also see his mouth moving, I watched his passion, his eyes closing every so often and letting the music out. I smiled and slid the door shut, climbing into bed, after a long day I fell asleep in an instant.
