teenage hearts♡l.h au {in EDITING}

[ eight ]

{ luke POV }

Seriously, what was stopping me from grabbing her and kissing her?

Absolutely nothing.

I got up off of the bed , placed my journal on the bedside table, and made my way towards Miami. Just as I was about to grab her waist, pull her into me, and slam my lips against hers, she walked the other direction, completely oblivious to what I was about to do.

Just. My. Luck.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom." She smiled and walked away.

She had no idea.

She closed my bedroom door behind her as she left.

"Ughhhh!" I screamed into the pillow as I flopped on the bed. I'm such an awkward, quiet person, and I finally grew some balls to make a move, and this happens.

What am I thinking?

I met this girl a couple of days ago, and I already think I'm in love? Slow down, Romeo. This isn't some cheesy book you find on the internet or a Nicholas Sparks movie. This is real life. This doesn't happen in real life.

I need to push these emotions aside. I'm probably going through another stage of puberty, and my hormones are all messed up. There's no way I'm actually in love with Miami. At least not this soon, anyway. I put my emotions in the back of my mind, and I'm going to try to completly forget everything I just wrote down in my journal...maybe even rip out the pages.

I grabbed my journal to do just that, as Miami walked back in.

"Ooh, what's that?" She smiled while looking at my torn, leather journal resting in my palms. I hesitated to answer.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Well, shit.

What the fuck do I do?

"This, uh...it's my...drawing book?" I lied and it came out more as a question.

I didn't want to tell her that my therapist gave me a journal to write down my feelings to help me cope, and so I don't try to cut or even kill myself...again.

{ miami POV }

"This, uh...it's my...drawing book?" Luke said with a confused look on his face.

"Ooh, can I see some of your drawin-"

"No!" Luke exclaimed before I could even finish my sentence. "I-I mean, no, there no good..."

"I'm sure they're not that bad, Luke." I said.

"I just, I'd rather not share them." He spoke with that same look of uncertainty on his face.

"Uhh, okay." I said unsure of how to respond. I didn't want to push him into something he wasn't comfortable with. He just smiled, and let out a big yawn.

"Tired, Luke?" I chuckled.

"Yeah, maybe we should hit the sack. It is like," He stopped to check his phone for the time. "almost 6 in the morning."

"That's a good idea. I'll sleep on the couch." I said as I grabbed a pillow and was about to walk out of his room, but he grabbed my wrist, stopping me.

"No, I'll sleep on the couch. I can't make you sleep down there." He sternly spoke.

"Sleep in your bed." I demanded. "For fuck's sake, Luke, It's your bed." He stared into my eyes for a second as if he was trying to make a decision.

"Okay, I will. But, you have sleep in it with me." He smirked. Cheeky lil shit.

"Wait what-"

"As in sleep. Not have sex. Sleep in the bed with me, and I won't touch you. I will divide the bed in half if needed. Please? Neither of us will have to sleep on the couch." He stated. It really wasn't a bad idea.