"Hey Luke, why are you zoning out over there??" Michael shouts and hits me with a pillow.
"Ouch!" I hit him back.
I can't stop thinking about Stacy. I don't know why but when I helped her get up in the grocery store, I just felt that I had to meet her. I don't really get it. I mean, I meet thousands of girls everyday, most of them are pretty, some even prettier than her. But she was different. Maybe it's because she wasn't going crazy over me like other girls. Maybe it's because of some kind of connection I felt between the two of us. Call me cheesy, but for real, I felt it in just one look. Maybe it was love at first sight, maybe I'm just infatuated but I don't care. There's a lot of maybe's going through my head and I want to get rid of them. I want to know the exact reason why she's making me feel this way.
"I invited a girl for our show tomorrow. She's coming a bit early 'cause her parents want to meet me before they allow her. " I tell the guys.
"Who?? Do you like her?" Ashton asks me then the 3 of them surround me.
"What? No, no, no, no. I just met the girl a while ago, in the grocery store." I replied. I said no but the truth is, I think I do like her.
"Ohhh, you invited a fan? Cool!!!" Callum says.
"Nah, I don't think she knew me. She was wearing a 1D shirt so I thought it would be nice if I invited her."
"Hold on, so you see a girl wearing a 1D shirt then you suddenly invite her to their concert. Isn't that a little bit creepy?" Michael says, looking confused.
"What happened was she fell on the floor after jumping for a box of Cap'n Crunch so I helped her. She seemed like a really cool girl."
"Oh come on, Luke. If you didn't like her, you would've left her after helping her get up. Not invited her to a concert and agreed to meet her parents. You hate meeting parents."
Ashton replies in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Touché. Well, so what if I like her?"
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Summer Love
FanfictionMaybe. A word that is often said but often undermined. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm right. Maybe I'm just making this up. Maybe for you maybe is just another word, but for me, maybe keeps me going. Maybe opens up millions of possibilities for every si...
