That Boy With The Beanie

Playing hard to get, are we?

We continue walking, real slow. I check my phone. It’s 8:55. We got time. We are only a block away, but we are walking very slowly.

“So, can I have your number?” Luke asks, still smirking.

“Maybe” I say, teasing. I’m obviously going to give him it, but it’s fun to laugh at him “Maybe not” I say.

“Oh, playing hard to get are we?” He turns his head to look at me, smirking still. “Fair enough”

We laugh and he puts on his best British accent.

“Oh Charley dear” Oh my god “I know I would take you out for some English muffins and tea, but I left my wallet at home” He laughs.

“Luke, oh my god-“ I say, being interrupted.

“So, for now, I’ll have to leave you with this…” His hands hold my waist, and he leans down to kiss me. God, is he really that tall? We kiss for a while, rain still pouring down. This is so romantic. A kiss in the rain.

We separate, his hands still around my waist. He rests his head in my neck, aw so cute. I can feel his soaking face on my neck.

“Luke” I say, almost whispering.

“Yeah, babe?” Luke says, still resting on my neck.

“I love you so much” I say “It’s unbelievable, I love you, and you love me too and-“ Luke stops me.

With a kiss.

We separate once more, with his hands still around my waist.

“Oi” I say, in a sarcastic voice “I was trying to say something and you interrupted me-“

“What you gonna do about that, Babe?” Luke says, pulling a funny face.

“This…” I kiss him. ME! His hands are still wrapped around my waist and I kiss him.

When we stop kissing , he looks deep into my eyes. We hug and he lifts me up off the ground. However, this time, he throws me over his shoulder, while still holding my waist, gently, making sure I don’t fall.

“Oi!” I shout “Put me down, Luke!” I don’t mean it, I just say it so that he will laugh. And he does.

“Nope.” He says, in a joking way, yet still managing to sound serious. He carries me the next block, us laughing the whole way, and his hands still wrapped around my waist.

He eventually puts me down just outside my door.

Shit.

What is my mum going to say? I am not too bothered about her being mad; I think she is just proud that I left the house without running back home for some Nutella.

I’m more bothered about her being embarrassing. Asking Luke questions, joking about my addiction to internet and laughing as she tell the story of how Once spent so long inside, on my laptop, that I had to ask her what year it was. Oh the joys.

I knock on the door. I forgot my keys. Oops.

The door knob starts twisting.

Oh shit…

Now, this should be good