Forgetting You. [Luke Hemmings]

Chapter 37

Luke's POV (Month Later...ish?)

I rub my head. "Ugh, guys, how do you expect me to write a new song in a week?"

"It's easy." Ashton opens a soda and takes a sip.

"No, it's not." I lean back in the couch and groanz

Calum then sits on the table across from me. "You just need some inspiration man. That's how I write all of my songs."

"Oh really? Who's your inspiration, Cal?" I question him.

He looks down and smiles. "Uh no one."

"Cassie...?" I tease him, throwing a pillow at him. He gets hit and leans back.

"Shuttup, Lucas." He throws the pillow back at me. I feel bad for him. He likes her so much and she isn't giving him the time of day. Poor Calum.

"What about Brooke?" Ashton asks

I shrug. "What about her?"

Michael face palms himself. "Luke, you're such an idiot. She can be your inspiration!" He exclaims

I think about it. "Hmm, yeah. You're right." I nod my head. The boys all stare at each other and laugh.

"Speaking of Brooklyn, where is she?" Michael asks, wiping his guitar down.

I gulp my drink and say, "Physical Therapy."

"Don't you usually go with her?" Calum asks

"Yeah, but last time she snapped at me for helping her. She's really stubborn. She pushes herself too hard sometimes." I tell them.

Ashton scoffs. "Sounds a lot like someone we know." The boys all smirk and stare at me.

"What?"

"Oh nothing, Lukey Pukey." Michael pinches my cheeks.

"I am not stubborn." I cross my arms.

"Sure, you aren't." Calum coos

"I'm not."

Ashton then says, "Just write the song." He laughs as he picks up his drumsticks.

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"Write a song, Luke." I say to myself as I tap the pencil on the notepad. I stare at the blank sheet. I sigh and put he pencil down. Brooke, Brooke, Brooke.

She come out of the bathroom with a towel on. "Nice towel." I comment as she walks by me.

She rolls her eyes. "Ha ha very funny." She limps a little.

"Here let me help-" I get up

She points at me. "Don't touch me Luke. Stay there." She gives me a serious look.

I nod and back up. "Okay, okay."

She smiles. "Do you have anything I can wear for bottoms?" She asks as she searches the room.

I smirk and get up. "Catch." I say, tossing a pair of boxer shorts at her.

She unfolds it and look over at me. "Really, Luke?"

I put my hand behind my head and lean back. "Yup."

She rolls her eyes and runs back into the bathroom. I close my eyes and wait for her to come back out. When I hear the door creak, I open my eyes and look over at Brooke.

She's drying her hair with a towel. I smile at her. The boxers look...perfect on her. She had to roll them a little, but that just made it cuter. "Wow.." I say

She smiles and slowly walks over to me. Brooke plops down on my lap and lifts my chin so that she can kiss me. "Where's your Mom?" She asks

"Out of town." I grab her head and crash my lips on hers.

"For how long?" She yawns a bit

"Till Sunday." I reply, rubbing her thigh.

"So do you think she'll care if I sleep over?" She asks quietly

"Nah, trust me." I say

She plays with her fingers and finally says, "Luke, what...what are we doing?"

"What do you mean?" I ask, looking into her eyes.

"I mean, we kiss a lot...." She chuckles, blushing.

"Do you not want to kiss-"

"No!" She yells, "I mean, are we like dating or..."

I laugh at her. She hits me playfully. "What?" She whines

"Brooke," I shake my head, "you're mine and I'm yours." I play with her hands

"What do you mean?" She wipe my cheek.

"I mean, I don't see myself with anyone, but you and I'll prove it." I get up and walk around.

"What are you doing, Luke?" She sits, pulling her knees into her chest.

"Looking for a marker." I open a drawer and find a red and black marker. I lift Brooke up and sit down, placing her back on my lap. "Here." I hand her a marker

"What do you want me to do with it?" She asks, giving me a strange look.

"Draw a heart." I look at my arm

She smiles and draws a heart on my arm. Brooke holds me still and colors it in with the red. "Done."

"Now write 'Brooke'." I laugh softly

Her mouth parts a little as she write her name inside it. "Okay."

"Now people will know that you have me." I stare into her brown eyes. She pecks my lips. "Hand me the black marker again." She demands

I give it to her and she adds something to her artwork. "There." She says

"What'd you do?" I glance at the "tattoo."

"It's an arrow heart now." She licks her lips. "See?" She taps the drawing.

"You're so perfect." I say, Brooke placing her forehead on mine.

"I'm far from perfect." She says quietly

I shake my head. "Not to me."