this chapter is dedicated to maya, the girl who loves luke hemmings more than she loves herself and the girl who partially gave me the idea for this ilysm :)
Parker climbed into her car, an old Honda, and sped off downtown. Her mind spun with ideas, but she could never settle on one. Every single one of them didn't feel fit for a boy of substance like Luke. Parker didn't even know what Luke looked like. She had a few thoughts, but none could be confirmed.
She would do anything to see what he looked like. He intrigued her so much that she couldn't stop thinking about him, every moment of everyday.
The girl had taken quite good care of the plants herself, watering them everyday and keeping them close to the sunlight. She had also gotten a box to hold all of the notes. She re read them over and over again; they were the only way that she could feel as though she was truly talking to him.
Parker arrived at her favorite antique store. It was where she got all of her furniture, as well as her journals. She had a slight obsession with journals, and shared a deep connection with each and every one of them. Especially the vintage journals, with pages that wrinkled and yellowed even though they hadn't been used yet.
Maybe that was it: a journal. Something that Luke could use for various things. Instead of using boring old notebook paper for the notes that he sent her, he could use real journal paper. Journals were also quite special to her, and they weren't things that she would gift to just anybody.
There we go, Parker thought to herself. You're a genius, Park. Good job.
The girl stepped into the old store, giggling once she heard the tiny bell that rang when she opened the door. Shelves lined up the walls, stocked up with different discarded items from way back when. Vases were scattered along the floor, as well as old sofas and couches.
The journal section was all the way at the back, she knew. She made it there fairly quickly, dodging the night stands and the sofa tables (the edges were kind of sharp) and arriving at the section of the store that she desired. It was quite unusual to her, that there would be an entire section of a small store dedicated to empty journals. It was rare that anybody would bother to bat an eye at this section; it was only every now and then that someone took a journal.
The faux leather backings were of different colors. Blue, green, purple, yellow, red. Dammit, she thought. I don't know his favorite color.
She would have to take a wild guess, closing her eyes and grabbing one immediately off of the shelf. Blue. The color was blue. Blue like the ocean at night, when the sun has gone down and the moon has come up and everything is silent, except for the ocean.
Parker took the journal up to the cash register and handed it to the cashier. Luke will love my present, she thought while paying.
a/n: well this wasn't a chapter i was proud of whatsoever but i'll get over it. i hope you flowers had a wonderful day :)
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