teenage hearts♡l.h au {in EDITING}

[ ten ]

"Tell me about yourself." Luke said as we layed on our backs, staring up at the stars.

"I'm not a very interesting person, Luke. Let's be real." I said with a small giggle.

"Says who? Tell me something about yourself you find interesting." He said. I stayed silent, until he spoke up again. "Well?"

"You said to say something interesting about myself. There isn't anything interesting, so I just stayed silent." I said with a smile.

"Wow." He said while flipping over from his back to his stomach, facing the cap of the truck.

"Okay, fine. Ummm...my eyes change colors when I change moods. That's about it, really." I sighed while mimicking his actions, laying on my stomach.

"See, there ya go. Explain, Thompson."

"Uhh, when I'm sad or nervous, they're usually brown. When I'm fine and just average they're hazel, and when I'm excited or happy they're green." I explained.

He nodded and looked into my eyes for a little bit, and smiled.

"They're green right now."

"I would think."

"Are you happy?"

"Ehh, something like that." I said with a smile.

"Do I have something to do with that?" He said while wiggling his eyebrows.

"Maybe, maybe not. Tell me something about you." I replied.

"What do you want to know?" He asked.

"Everything. Tell me everything about you."

"You want to know everything?"

"Did I stutter? Tell me your story." I instructed.

"As you wish." He said with a sigh.

"Yay!" I cheered, happy he gave in.

"Are you sure you want to know everything?" He asked, uncertainty on his face.

"Yeah. Why so hesitant, Hemmings?" I asked curiously.

"I have a lot of shit in my life. It's not all cookies and rainbows..." He sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

"Cookies and rainbows?" I said, biting my lip to hold back a giggle.

"Yeah," He said letting out a small chuckle, "mostly hell and fire."

"Tell meeee!" I whined.

{luke POV}

"Ugh, if you insist," he groaned, "where do I start?"

"From the beginning, duh." I said while playfully slapping his arm.

"Here goes nothing. I was born in Sydney, Australia on July 16, 1996. My parents were together, and they were happy...so I thought," he took a long pause, "Miami?"

"Luke."

"You want everything?"

"I want everything."

When I was five, I remember hearing my mom crying. I looked all around the house, but I couldn't find her. All I could find was my dad with bloodshot eyes, and smashed beer bottles on the floor. I remember walking up to my dad and saying 'daddy, where's mommy?' and he slapped me, and told me 'nobody needs that bitch anyway, scurry along son.' I nodded, not understanding what was going on. I went back into my room, and sat on my floor coloring pictures in my new coloring book. Coloring was the shit back in the day. Anyway, I should get back on track. Before I knew it, I heard a shrill screech coming from my parent's room. My mom came running out into the hallway, blood on her cheek.