teenage hearts♡l.h au {in EDITING}

[ seven ]

Before we left the party, I got my tank top and ripped jeans out of Haley's car, and changed. I left her dress in her backseat, and hopped into Luke's front seat of his pickup truck.

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"Well, this is my house. It's not as fancy as yours or Michael's, but it will suffice." Luke stammered as we walked into his average-size home.

"It's nice." I smiled as I followed him down a hallway that led to a bedroom that I assumed was his.

"This is my bedroom." He confirmed while plopping down on his bed, laying on his back.

I looked around to see the walls painted a shade royal blue, plastered in posters of Nirvana, Sleeping with Sirens, Mayday Parade, and All Time Low. I layed down next to him on the bed and turned over to face him. We made eye contact for about the 124823129th time today, and my breath still gets taken away every time I see how beautiful his eyes are. They are a perfect shade of an electric blue, surrounded by a ring of an ocean toned blue. It amazes me how fascinating a 17 year old boys eyes can really be.

We were having out cute little eye contact moment, until I decided to rudely ruining it by letting out an involuntary yawn, completely killing the vibe.

"You tired?" He asked with a laugh.

"Yeah, but I don't really want to go to sleep yet." I shrugged and sat up on the bed.

"Me neither." He agreed.

"Then let's have like a movie marathon, or like talk, or stay up all night. C'mon, it could be like two best friends at a sleepover." I recommended. He smiled and nodded.

"I'm gonna change into pajamas." He said while reaching in his drawers, pulling out a plain white t-shirt, and a pair of blue and black plaid pajama pants.

He went in the bathroom to change while I sat on his bed looking around his room. It was pretty clean for a teenage boy's room. I was expecting clothes and trash everywhere, but no. His trash was placed in a trashcan by the door, and his clothes were in a neat pile in a sheer hamper by his closet. He soon came out of the bathroom in his pajamas. His hair that was once in a perfect quiff, was falling and was more of a half-done-quiff

"You're not staying in those clothes, are you?" Luke looked at me with an eyebrow raised.

"I mean, yeah." I said simply.

"Did you bring anything else?" he asked.

"No, but this is pretty comfortable." I shrugged.

"Fuck, Miami. There's no way you will be comfortable." He said while crossing his arms and giving me a strange look.

"I'm fine Luke, don't get all fussy." I giggled.

"But, it's making me uncomfortable, because I know that's uncomfortable..." He groaned.

"I'm not walking around naked, if that's what you're getting at." I said. He smiled a small smirk, his dimples becoming prominent.

"I wasn't even thinking that, I fucking swear." He said with a now serious face.

"Well then, let's just forget about it and watch a movie or something." I shrugged while fixing the covers I previously pulled back.

"Okay, sounds fun. If I give you a t-shirt and some boxers will you change?" He asked.

"Luke, you don't have to give me clothes. I'm perfectly fine like this." I sighed.

"Yes I do have to give you clothes. I'm not just gonna let you stay the night at my house, and lounge around and sleep in skin-tight jeans a tank-top. I don't want you to be uncomfortable." He spoke.