My Heart Will Choose (Luke Hemmings Fanfiction)

Chapter 3 *edited*

''So.. this is the Drumthwacket Foundation. Too bad that today's Thursday.. You can visit it on Wednesdays and it's really cool to see where the governer lives'', she winked at us and I couldn't ignore the fact that it is really a turn on when she winks at me. Confused about my own thoughts I stared at the building, the Drumthwacket Foundation.
''Yeah, too bad'', Ashton pretended to yawn to seem funny but he failed. Rebekka smiled at him though, but I can tell that it was a fake smile out of politeness. For my best, I prefered to keep my mouth shut and Rebekka continued to walk.
''Well, guys.. Actually there is not much that I can show you here in Princeton. I really can't understand why you decided to explore Princeton out of all the places you could've traveled to'', it sounded more like a question than a statement from her but Ashton just shrugged and grinned at her. To be honest, I don't know why we came here, too but I never considered the thought of asking Ashton for his reasons.

''And this is the famous Princeton University, well MY university'', she proudly smiled at us.
''You go to Princeton University?'' Damn. I bet I sounded too interested in that because she just stared at me for seconds. Well, maybe she was just shocked that there even came words out of my mouth. Anyways she answerd with a sweet light smile on her plump lips: ''Yes, I go to Princeton University. I'll graduate with the B.A. next year''
''The B.A.?'', I hesitately asked and she stepped a bit closer to me, because there were students walking by.
''Yes, the Bachelor of Arts''
''Weeeew a bachelor? Sick! So you live here in the dorms?'', Ashton interrupted our somehow conversation and Rebekka stepped back and broke the eye contact with me to look at Ashton.
''No, I inherited the house from my granny and live there with John. It's two minutes from here. If you want to we can go there'', she smiled again. Hell, how can a person smile that much in only a few minutes? ''The Princeton cemetery is near by, if you want to see it. Well, to be honest I don't know anything else except the cemetery that I can show you yet'' She laughed a little as we walked along the street. She talked a bit about the public library that is also near by, but she thought that we would not like to go there that's why she didn't offer it and after passing the famous Princeton cemetery, we turned in a road with the sign: 'Jefferson Rd' and we stopped walking at the house with the number 37 on it. It is grayish but still modern and somehow beautiful. There is a tree placed in the middle of the front yard and some little bushes next to the doorsteps. I looked at them as I walked behind Ashton and Rebekka into the strange house.

Ashton walked straight into the living room and plopped down on the brown leather couch, like it's his own, while I walked around slowly and a bit nervous, looking at the few family portaits that are placed on a sideboard on the wall.
''Can I get you guys a drink?'', Rebekka friendly asked and I look up from a picture of her in a bikini at a beach. Somewhere in Italy, I guess.
''I'm fine'', I said under my breath and am not sure if she heard me.
''No thanks'', Ashton smiled at her again and I was wondering why the fuck everyone smiled so much that day. He moved to the side so Rebekka could sit down, too. She just shrugged and said with a laughter: ''I just tried to be a good hostess!''
''You did a great job, really! Your house is beautiful'', Ashton sounded like a real estate agent and looked around the room with a serious face. I looked at him in confusion and so did Rebekka but she hid it with a gentle smile.
My eyes travelled back to the picture of her in the bikini. She looks pretty good, fuck she looks so hot in there.
I gulped loudly and forced myself to look and concentrate on something else but when I looked at her I couldn't stop imagining her in just her underwear. Why was I so attracted to that girl? Did she know?
''Well.. What will you guys do for the rest of the day? I am so sorry again that there's nothing really interesting left to see in Princeton''
''What will YOU do?'', Ashton asked. Usually I don't hate his flirty mood that much but that day it really drove me nuts.
''I think I'll wait 'til John gets home and make dinner for us'', she smiled again. ''Do you want to stay and have dinner with us?'' Her gaze was on me all the time that she spoke but maybe I just imagined it. Anyways I just shrugged and looked at Ashton. He grinned and winked at her: ''Sure, why not? Mike and Cal will be pleased if they don't have to see Luke's depressed face all the time''
My eyes widened. What?
Rebekka giggled and stood to her feet: ''Well, if you want to stay you'll have to help me with the dinner''
''All right! Chef Ashton is ready!'', he winked at her again. Calm down, Lucas, I tell myself.
''You should not believe him. He sucks at cooking'', I laughed and stood to my feet aswell, walking towards Rebekka. She looked at me, very surprised by my change of mood but after a few seconds she smiled and as soon as Ashton stood next to me she walked straight into the kitchen, followed by us.
''John would like to eat lasagna but if you want something else he'll be fine with that, I think. It's just.. he is crazy about my lasagna'', Rebekka laughed nervously but looked at us in a serious way, seconds later. Well, more embarrassed than serious.
'' I'm fine with lasagna and Ashton eats everything anyways, so let's do a lasagna for John'', my voice sounded that excited that I expected her to look at me in confusion again or whatever. But she did not. Instead she giggled again and patted at my shoulder.
''I like you way more in that mood, Luke'', she said and turned to the fridge.

We made the lasagna ready and were waiting for John to get home. Well actually it was Rebekka who made the lasagna and Ashton and I were standing awkwardly beside her in the kitchen. Ashton pretended to be the worlds best cook ever by talking about how to fry chicken meat right and I watched Rebekka preparing the ingredients and helped her get some stuff from the cupboard some times.
We were just about to set the table as I heard the front door squeak and a man's voice appeared in the hall way: ''Rebekka? I'm home!''
She rushed out of the dining room and shouted halfway: ''We have visitors, John!''
They both appeared in the doorway and he, John, gently places his hand on her back and smiled at us. He wore a plain grey shirt, a pair of jeans and with his also grey beanie on, he looked quite different than in the coffee shop before. I tried to smile back but I bet I just looked like an absolute freak.
''This is Ashton and this is Luke'', Rebekka gestured towards Ashton and me and I somehow knew that I would feel a lot better if she'd smile at me right in that moment but instead she didn't even look me in the eye. She walked over to the table and John sat down, saying: ''I'm John''
Ashton, the candid person he is, sat down infront of John and started talking to him. I nervously looked over to Rebekka. She smiled at me and sat down next to John.
Though I hesitated first, I sat down beside Ashton. Rebekka filled our plates with the lasagna and John moaned: ''I'd die for that lasagna, definitely!''

Rebekka blushed. ''Thank you'', she whispered.

John was absolutely right, with being crazy about the lasagna. Rebekka's meal was definitley one of the best I ever had. During the dinner we talked about random things. Well, Ashton and John talked about random things, more like. Rebekka and I just kept staring at our plates and playing with the fork in our hands. I don't know why, but she seemed pretty nervous, too. Maybe I just imagined it.
''So you two are in a band, right?'', I heard John say and I raised my head. What?
Ashton just laughed for a few seconds and nodded.
''We are half of the band '5 Seconds Of Summer' '', he proudly announced. ''Never heard from us?''
John shook his head and smiled a bit like he wanted to say 'Sorry, I don't know any of these childish bands that teenage girls are obsessed with' and it took everything in me to keep my mouth shut. I glanced at Rebekka and she stared at me, somehow in shock and that was the moment I realized that she did not know who I or Ashton was, aswell.
''Well, it's not that much of a big deal, okay?'', I said before I could stop myself and everyone turned to me, even John. Their faces held an asking expression. ''I mean.. it's quite cool to talk to someone who doesn't know who you are and doesn't care about you being famous and stuff like that. It's kinda relaxing..''
''Yeah'', Ashton added with a grin. ''Right''
''I'm gonna make the dishes'', Rebekka stood to her feet and carried the plates into the kitchen. Because John and Ashton were deep in a conversation about the tour with the lads from 1D last year, I decided to follow Rebekka into the kitchen and maybe I could help her doing the dishes.
As I was about to enter the kitchen, her back was turned to me and her upper body hovered above the sink. I looked at her closely and tried to push my really dirty thoughts back as my gaze wandered to her ass that is lightly moveing because of her movements.
I cleared my throat audible and finally entered the kitchen.
''May I help you?'', I tried my best to sound as nice as it's possible for me.
''Yeah, sure. You can dry the dishes if you want to'', she smiled at me and handed me a plate as soon as I got a dish towel in my hand.
''You seemed kinda shocked about us being in a famous band'', my mouth spoke again before someone could stop it.
Rebekka giggled ''No, I'm not shocked!''
''What is it then?'', I stepped a bit closer to her and our hands touched as she handed me another plate. She backed away.
''It's just... I don't know.. confusing''
I ignored the fact that she just seemed to be totally uncomfortable beside myself and kept drying the dishes. ''What is so confusing about it? Just because I'm famous doesn't mean I'm not like others, does it?''
Rebekka stayed quiet and I placed my hand on her shoulder. It's the first time I actually touched her. She raised her head and squeaked quietly. I lowered my voice and all I was managed to say is: ''I actually thought you were different, you know?''

(For everyone who cares: I picture John as Dean Geyer :) '(photo)

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