my tinder disaster - luke hemmings

seventeen

POV: Luke

Woah. Who am I?

None of my midnight "Tinder-meet ups" have ever ended the way this one just did. Riley must really be something else.

She made me feel good about myself. I could tell she listened to every word I told her, being so invested in our conversation. The way she smiled when I looked up at her was so captivating. As cheesy as it sounds, I felt lost when I looked in her eyes, that there was so much more to discover about her. Only once before have I felt this away about someone, and I believed it to be rare to find this feeling again.

But what am I saying. Its crazy to think this so far ahead, I only just met her.

I begin to walk back to my hotel, avoiding getting lost due to these confusing street signs. I figure to send Riley a message, despite just seeing her a few minutes prior.

June 8, 2016, 5:22 AM

Luke: get some rest, beautiful xx

Within seconds, I receive a message back.

June 8, 2016, 5:22 AM

Riley: you too, handsome xx

I smile at her response, I can imagine her mocking me.

I'm soon back in my room with my head on my pillow. I stare at the clock that reads 5:16 AM, and with my luck, I had to be up in 4 hours. I can't say that I'm mad at myself, all that happened tonight was worth it. Typically I would be irritated if the girl I was hooking up with refused to put out. But with Riley, I didn't want her to. Well, not just yet.

I'm still not sure if I wanted or even needed a relationship. I feel that If I had gone all the way with her tonight, it would have ruined what we have between us so suddenly. I was interested in her for all that she told me about her life, she spoke so passionately. I wasn't angry, I was rather relieved. The fact that I even played my guitar and sang for her was beyond me. I mustered up all the courage that I possibly had lying around in me for that one moment, and only for her.

Before I dozed off, I couldn't help but relive the sensation of her. Every taste of her was irresistible. The feeling of her blonde hair grazing over my skin compelled me to want more of her. I could not resist imagining what had happened over and over again in my mind, each time being more alluring than the time before.

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June 8 / 9:07 AM

With my eyelids glued together, I wake up to the sound of pounding on my door.

"C'mon mate! Open up the damn door!" Ah, the sweet and gentle voice of Michael Clifford at nine in the morning.

I manage to stumble out of the covers practically immobile. I shuffle my way over to the door, opening the handle while wiping my eyes to improve my morning vision.

Mikey greets me in his favorite ACDC t-shirt and his acid wash denim jacket. His bright red hair was completely uncombed, it looked as if he had just rolled out of bed.

"You ready to leave or what?" Michael says as he makes his way through my room.

"Yeah yeah just give me a minute. Can we stop for coffee or something? I barely got any sleep." I needed something to wake me up.

"Ohh, that's right, that chick was over last night. What time did she end up sneaking out on your ass?"

"Actually, she didn't. I walked her home around 5 this morning." For a spilt second I felt embarrassed. I typically didn't treat my late night hook up's like I did with Riley. I'm expecting Michael to make fun of me for being "proper."