Blue//LRH

8)Give me a reason

        I always knew I was difficult. Since the day I was 2 years old and my Dad took me to my sisters school play and I refused to watch unless I was going to be in the play myself. I always loved preforming and me being as dramatic as I am, I was always really good. I quit theatre when I moved schools and wasn't comfortable with the crowd.

        I don't want Luke to go to  hell and back because I'm hard to please, he doesn't deserve that, he doesn't deserve me. I'm a mess. I'm depressed all the time, I'm picky as hell, I have more mood swings then a PMSing pregnant person if that was possible, I don't realize what I have until it's gone and the list can go on. I explained this to my sister as she sat on the edge of my bed listening to my rant when Luke's voice was heard from the doorway.

       "You have the right  to be depressed with everything that has happened in the last week never mind your entire life and even though you are depressed you don't rub it off on people and never tried to do stupid things because you know that's giving in. You're picky but will never admit you don't like something to spare everyone's feelings. You have mood swings because you open up to people and they use that against you because they know how to get to you. You don't realize what you have until it's gone because all you know is 'Gone' so when something good happens you don't even realize it because you assume it's not gonna last. You won't be a problem to me, you just aren't ready and that's fine but know when you are I'm waiting. Don't go for some other guy when I've been here waiting. I'm not forcing you to go out with me offically, but I wouldn't be complaining if it was sooner than later." He said being extremely persuasive.

    My sister looks at me with a grin and mouths 'keep him' as she walks out the door. If there's one thing I know about my sister with the very little time we spend together it's that she's always right.

Once she leaves I just stare at Luke  shocked.

"DiD-" he begins before I cut him off.

"Don't you freaking dare call me that" I intrupt.

"Well, damn" he says throughing his hands up for surrender only to get knocked down by my own body.

"What the freaking hell was that for?!?!?!?" He states hints of confusion all over his voice.

"Love you" I say simply as if that answers his question. I say it more as I always said it to him. Friendly.

"Why?"

"Huh?" I say supporting myself with my arms as I lift myself up off his chest which is still on the ground to look in his abnormally blue eyes.

"Why do you love me?"

"I ask myself that everyday" I say giggling. "You didn't tell me the reasons you like me"

"Yes I did' he begins 'you being depressed but not cutting yourself shows your strength and bravery, you being picky shows your love for  genuine character, your mood swings means you have emotion and you are not afraid to hide it or isolate yourself from others
And you live to much in the moment to see what's infront of you, which isn't a bad thing. That's why I love you"

He got me down to the T, he knows me better then I know myself and he damn right loves me more then I love myself.

"You really wanna know why I like you?"

"Yes I really do" he says waiting for a stupid sarcastic response.

"I love you for the way I fell in love with you. The serendipity of it. How spontaneous it was. I love you because of how spontaneous you are and how your eyes show me your emotion without even looking into your heart. But I'm not sure if I fell in love with the way your eyes sparkle brightly when your excited or how dark they get when you're upset."

"You only like my eyes because their blue" he said with a smug smile ruining the moment.

"Um, not true!" I protest.

"Mhmm whatever. What's  your favourite kind of blue anyway, that's like the one thing I don't know about you. Dark or light blue?"

"Which ever mood your in"