That Boy With The Beanie

lukeismine

 “You know… Fit as in-as in sport-minded… that kind of fit, obviously” I say, pathetically trying to recover from my mistake.

“Obviously” Luke says, sarcastically. I sigh. I am such an idiot. He laughs and I whisper a “shut up…”. This action causes Luke to laugh even more. I grab a pillow that is where I am standing. I throw it as powerful as I can. He just catches it and sides it at the side of him, on my bed. He leans back and looks at me, smiling.

“Fancy going out later?” He asks, after laughing for a while more. I pause and think for a second. I am tired, but Luke looks excited and I don’t wanna disappoint him.

“Sure” I mumble, and he nods. We sit and stand in silence for a couple minutes, when I find out that Luke has fallen asleep.

“Luke?” I mumble and he doesn’t stir “Luuuuke?” I mumble again. Nothing.

I pull my draw table’s door knob and pull out a marker. And smirk. I walk over to Luke and just when I am about to draw a moustache-

“OI!” He shouts and he wraps his hand around my shoulders and hugs me “What you think you were doing?” Luke asks, joking. He lets go off me and puts his hands on his head. I move to the draw and put back the marker. Luke jumps off the bed and walks over to the computer desk, at the other side of the room. He sits in the office chair, and starts to swirl. He swirls, slowly and says,  in his deepest voice “I’ve been expecting you” I laugh, even though it’s not that funny.

He sees my laptop, and I am worried that he will open the browser and find my twitter, full of embarrassing tweets about Lewis, my crush (I hoped this day would happen, so his identity would only be vague). He puts his hand through his hair and smirks. He eventually flips the screen up and turns to me when I password lock screen appears.

Shit.

I just remembered my password is ‘lukeismine’ dammnit.