Luke Hemmings was your best friend from Kindergarten all the way to fourth grade when he moved.
You're a senior in high school now. Luke's a distant memory. You almost can't remember him. After all, it had been eight years since you'd seen or heard from him.
One day you walk into class, seeing a boy you can't remember ever seeing before, but you know his face. You know you've seen it before.
The classroom had tables instead of desks. It was biology and you had a table with two seats at each. He just so happens to be sitting at the one you normally sit at alone.
You walk over and put your books down. He smiles at you. "Hi..." he said, seeming kind of shy, but not too shy.
"Hi," you say back sleepily. It was your first class and you were tired so you laid your head down on the table.
"I'm Luke," he said. Then it hit you.
You jump up, your tiredness disappearing. "That where I know you from!" You pretty much yell, getting weird looks from everyone else in the room.
He chuckled a bit. "Hey (Y/N). I was waiting for you to notice."
You pick up
