Over (Luke Hemmings)

4

October kicked itself off on a Saturday and I couldn't have asked for a day better.

I was leaned back on my bed's headboard in a ninety degree angle with my laptop sat on my lap. I was on YouTube scrolling through Bruno Mars's Just The Way You Are search results when I stumbled upon a familiar blonde haired boy holding a guitar as a cover image. "Holy shit," My eyes widened in realisation that it was who I thought it was.

Not even thinking straight, I clicked it. Only to highlight the fact that I didn't know Luke knew how to play the guitar and that he was good at it. Don't even get me started how undeniably attracted I was to his voice.

Not being familiar with Luke's voice, I was very amused at how his voice became deeper. The last time I heard his voice was on year eight when our biology teacher randomly paired us up together. We both, obviously, didn't want to interact with one another. For the sakes of us passing the class, we had to talk and finish the project. Neither one of us liked the thought of doing the project alone so we technically had to work together. He haven't hit puberty that time, so I just remember his voice being in the same tone as mine did. Now, he could hit deep notes.

"So you do know Luke," A voice emerged from my suddenly opened door.

Tim waltzed right through and sat beside me to get a view of Luke singing. He had his hair fixed and he wore this tight white shirt that reminded me of John Travolta acting as Danny Zuko on Grease. I eyed him down to his dark washed jeans that had its ends cuffed. He was quite the fashion enthusiast.

Giving me one of his smug smiles, he wiggled his brows at me.

"It's not what you think, Danny Zuko," I defended myself by closing the tab that read, hemmo1996 - YouTube.

"Uh huh." He raised both of his brows and placed his hands on his hips.

"You are not telling a word to anyone about this," I warned him, feeling rather uneasy and quite nervous about what his response might be.

He pursed his lips. "Possibly, plausibly, probably."

I shut my eyes tightly, planting my elbows on my lap and massaging my head with my fingers. "Timothy, I'm happy you're here but I wish you were out clubbing right now."

He laughed. "Em, I suddenly do not feeling the slightest bit of regret being present right now." He teased like the guy he always was. I loved his teasing at times but today wasn't one of those days.

I heard the door shut quietly and my phone vibrating merely seconds after that. Groaning, I took my phone and checked what it was. Thinking it was a text from Tim that was supposed to be teasing me more about Luke, it wasn't.

"Come over, please?" Calum texted.

He usually would call when he wanted to hang out but receiving a text from Calum was a rare thing so I quickly replied to him, "Be there in 5."

All of a sudden wanting the urge to leave Tim's teasings, I didn't bother to change from my pyjamas. Calum was used to it and we didn't have problems seeing each other in our worst. Besides, we lived practically too close to each other for dressing up nicer.

"I'm going over to a friend's house. See you later!" I rushingly told Tim while running towards the door. Not even wanting to hear whatever he's got to say, I left the house and sped towards Calum's.

Knowing his family left him for Thailand for a couple of days, I barged in his door silently to only find Calum and, who it seemed like Luke, together on the couch playing FIFA 12. Mentally swearing to myself for watching Luke's goddamn YouTube videos, I inhaled in a deep breath. Watching his videos were awkward enough for me, what even when I get to interact with him in real life?