Cancer Perks || Luke Hemmings

Ten

As soon as I took Luke's hand, he began to sprint out of the shop, making it hard for me to keep up.

"Luke slow down." I shouted, "I can't keep up with your long legs."

"Oh come on!" He yelled picking up the pace even faster.

We sprinted across the parking lot to his black mustang convertible. I stopped short of the car marveling at its beauty.

"This is your car?" I asked walking around it and running my hand over the glossy paint.

"Yeah it is." He smirked, "do ya like it."

"Like it?" I laughed bewildered, "I love it."

He hopped over the door of the car taking a seat behind the wheel before patting the seat next to him. I followed his lead and pushed myself up and over the door of the convertible and took my seat beside him.

"You ready?" He asked running a hand through his long locks.

"I was born ready Lucas." I laughed, forgetting all about the horrible morning I had had and all of the tragic things that happened through out the past months. Right now it was only Luke and I, and I couldn't be more thankful.

Luke slouched in his seat, resting one large and calloused hand on the apex of the steering wheel while the other hung lazily over the side of the car.

Luke was quick to back the car up and maneuver his way out of the parking lot. He pulled up to a stop sign at the very edge of the parking lot and darted his head both directions, making sure his path was completely clear. He took a breath and gave me a wide smirk before slamming on the gas pedal. The sudden force of the car's acceleration pushed me back into my seat, making me shriek.

"Luke oh my goodness." I yelled over the sound of the accelerating engine and the rush of wind.

Instead of replying Luke let out a loud boisterous laugh.

"Slow down you maniac!" I followed up.

"Not a chance!" He retorted while pressing down even harder on the gas.

The scenery of the sleepy town rushed past the car windows in a blur of colors. The ponytail that I had loosely tied my hair up in while working was now flapping ferociously in the wind. I reached up a hand and gently yanked the elastic from my hair, letting the wind do as it pleased.

"I feel so free!" I hollered, reaching my hand above my head to feel the way the air flowed around them as we drove.

Luke laughed and smiled over at my briefly before returning his eyes to the road in front of him. I closed my eyes and let the feeling completely wash over me. The feeling of pure adrenaline coursed through my veins, swallowing me whole as the negativity of the day dissolved. Right here right now, next to Luke, I felt invincible.

Just as I was coming down from my adrenaline rush Luke began to slow the car. He pulled into the gravel parking lot of a shabby run down motel called the King Komfort. He pulled up next to the only other car in the parking lot, a beat up red pick up truck and aput the car in park before hopping out.

Luke must have been able to see the look of pure shock and skepticism on my face because he quickly extended his hand to me while saying, "Come on Audrey just trust me."

Like the true gentleman he was, Luke took my hand and acted as a stable support as I hopped out of the car.

Taking my hand again Luke began to walk, leading me up a set of stairs that was badly rusted and covered with cigarette butts.

"This isn't some kind of H. H. Holmes murder hotel is it?" I joked quietly in an attempt to break the silence.

Luke laughed, looking back at me over his shoulder.

"Well for one this is a motel not a hotel and two of course not, do I even look like a murderer to you?" He joked.

"Haha very funny," I said in a sarcastic tone, " now can you please tell me where you're taking me."

Luke let out a heavy breath before stopping in front of a door and facing me.

"Such little patience." He remarked before taking a key from his wallet and shoving it into the lock. He twisted it slightly and turned the knob letting the door swing wide open.

"After you." He gestured, allowing me to enter the room first.

The first thing I noticed upon entering the room was the numerous amounts of guitars scattered around the room. Some of them appeared to be acoustic while other were electric, but one thing was for sure, the all were beautiful. The second thing I noticed was the large and slightly beaten up drum kit shoved between two frumpy looking queen sized beds. Both the coffee table and the night stands had been shoved into the corner of the room and were being used to hold the overflowing amount of pizza boxes and coffee cups that littered the room. A large card table was placed in the center of the room and on it lay a countless amount of pieces of paper in varying degrees of crumpledness. As I stepped further into the room I could see a jerry-rigged microphone hanging in the bathroom along with a single stand for sheet music.

"What-" I paused scanning over the room and devouring every small detail, "what is this?"

"This is our makeshift recording studio." He laughed, extending his arms to motion to the cluttered mess that was the room.

"It's my happy place." He said running his hand over a particularly shiny electric guitar that appeared to be slowly collecting dust.

Running his finger over the neck of the guitar, delicately plunking one of the strings, he spun on his heels before uttering, "this is where all the magic happens."