Is Typing... || l.r.h [ON HOLD]

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[two hours later.]

"Lana!"

I spin around and look up, seeing Luke grinning behind me, his phone held in his hand.

"WAT?" I murmur back, my mouth full of a BLT he jus recently made me. I finish it off and wipe my hands on a clean napkin, as well as my face.

"Let me take a picture of you." He grins again, walking toward me.

"Why?" I whine back, letting my head fall back.

"Because you're beautiful and I think I might know a modeling agency that is interested." He says, looking at me expectantly.

"That is so interesting Luke," I gasp sarcastically, "Maybe you should... shove it up your ass because I really don't give a fuck!"

He raises his right eyebrow at me and squints his eyes at me, daring me, almost.

"You are the only girl I know that wouldn't jump at the opportunity." He chuckles.

"Well that's why you're so infatuated with me, right?" I smile lightly, "Because I'm the one who didn't know a Luke Hemmings."