Crash || Luke Hemmings

12. right?

*Luna's POV*

I kept reading the note over and over again as I sat at the kitchen counter, drinking my tea.  It looked the same as it had three years ago although his handwriting had gotten a little neater and bigger.

Don't worry, I won't tell.

It'll be our little secret.

-L.H.

Word for word.  Twenty year old Luke Hemmings was the same as he had always been.  Twenty year old Luna wasn't any smarter, unfortunately.

*Flashback*

It had been a week since Luke and I shared that kiss at the country club.  To say the least, things have been different.  Maybe not for him, but for me, things were a lot different.  I didn't know how to look at him.  All I saw in front of me was the boy who had kissed me, who sang to me, and danced with me in the middle of the night.  I saw him differently, looked at him differently.  It was a good different.

He was coming over tonight to hang out as we always had but I was afraid of what would happen.  Would it be a casual hang out night like we had done almost every weekend since we had become friends?  Would he kiss me again or was that a one time thing?  Was it an accident?  Had he even meant to do it?  Does he regret it?  Millions of questions flowed through my brain nonstop and the pounding sensation of a headache began to arise.

I could hear the music blaring from my room as I walked down to the kitchen to get some pain medication to get rid of the headache before I actually got it.  I hopped back up the stairs and closed the door to my room by habit even though I was home alone.  I continued straightening my hair which was different for me since I had always left my hair naturally wavy when I hung out with Luke.  I applied a light amount of make up to my face just to make it look better without it looking like too much.  I jammed out to the music as I pulled a pair of ripped jeans over my tanned legs.  I quickly pulled my Rolling Stones cut off shirt over my head as I somehow heard the front door open as my music was blaring.

"I'm up here!"  I shouted down the stairs to Luke and when I saw him walking up the stairs I stopped in my tracks.  His lips curled up into a half smile, almost a smirk and suddenly my teeth began to show and I smiled back at him.  His blond hair looked perfect and his lips made me want to melt to the ground right then and there.

Luke Hemmings had been my best friend for four years so I don't think I like him.  I mean, of course I like him.  I love him.  But not like that; he's my best friend, someone I could never live without.  I think I just wanted to feel his plump, pink lips on mine again, feel his warm breath against my face, feel his hands on my face.

I think I wanted Luke Hemmings.

"What are you staring at Moona?"  Luke chuckled before passing me by as I was stuck, and walked into my room.  I watched as he sat on my bed before I followed him into the room.

"Your ugly face.  That's what, Hemmings."  He scoffed at me before falling back onto my bed into a laying position.

"Not likely, Webbs.  There's not an ugly face in this room."  My face began to blush as I walked over to my bed.  I sat down next to where he laid and turned to look at him.  "Except you." I opened my mouth in shock and hit his leg.  He grabbed my hand and pulled me back so I was laying next to him.

"Don't you dare look at me, Lucas."  I stated with my arms crossed across my chest as I stared at the ceiling.  I suddenly felt his warm hand touch my face and move it so I was looking at his face.  We were both watching each other as we layed on my bed and suddenly I thought of a week ago.  I thought of all the good things that I had felt when he pressed his lips to mine and I wanted to feel that way again.  Without hesitation, I moved slightly towards him and pressed my lips onto his.