everything i didn't say » luke hemmings (book 2)

sixteen

"Okay boys. Today is one of your free days. Please stay within the border. Don't do anything God wouldn't do," the boys' manager informs them.

"Go wild,"

Calum and Ashton run off of the bus and I giggle. These boys need let out almost every five minutes like their small puppies.

I shower quickly and fishtail my hair. This may sound silly, but I recently found out how to do it. It's so easy and cute.

I slip on a pair of skinny jeans and my Panic! At The Disco shirt. I lace up my white converse and plop down on the couch across from Luke.

"Hey poopy,"

"Hello turd nugget," he replies.

"I'm so bored. I don't want to run around and get all sweaty with the others," I say.

"Neither do I. I'm too punk rock for them," I roll my eyes jokingly and we both laugh.

"Do we have any food?" I look in the mini fridge and find nothing. "Damn. Do we really eat fast food every night?"

"Yeah. This is what it's like touring. It's a dream come true," he rests his feet on the table and puts his arms behind his head.

"Oh, because my dream is totally living in a pig sty,"

"Want to get out of this filth hole then?" he asks.

"I would love too. Where are we going?" I ask him.

"Hmm. It's a surprise. Meet me right here in an hour!" he runs off and leaves me alone.

I chill on my phone for the whole hour. I follow some people and reply to their tweets. They really lucked out and got the coolest fans. I literally want to be friends with every single one of them.

Luke reappears in black skinny jeans, black vans, and his classic Nirvana tee. It's his normal attire, but that doesn't mean he looks bad.

"Are you ready?" he asks and I nod. He offers me his hand and I gladly accept.

Instead he throws me over his shoulder and starts running. I cling to his waist and laugh uncontrollably.

"Ahahahah Luke you can ahahaha put me down now," I can hardly speak from all the laughing.

He releases me from his tight grip and gently places me firmly on the ground. I straighten out my clothes and we proceed walking.

"So where are we going?" I ask nonchalantly.

"It's a surprise," he sing-songs. We walk in silence all the way to the mystery date.

Soon we're standing in front of a bowling alley.

"Luke! You know I stink at bowling," he rents two pairs of shoes and we lace up. The guy at the counter eyes me up a bit and I roll my eyes.

"Quit drooling over my girlfriend ya dickhead!" Luke shouts. He takes the shoes and storms off to our lane.

"It wasn't bothering me, Luke. He's just being a pervy old man," I tell him.

"It might not have been bothering you but it sure as hell was bothering me. It's uncomfortable and creepy to see and fifty year old man eyeing up my best friend," he says.

We lace up our shoes quietly. He punches in our names into the system and he rolls first. He gets a strike his first try.

"How do you do that?" I ask.

"Do what?" he responds.

I roll my ball and it goes straight down the gutter. Luke chuckles at me and I flick him off.

"C'mon babe. It's not that hard," he grabs my ball and makes a face.

"It's really light," I pout and he drops the subject. "Okay. So you're going to put your fingers in the holes,"

I do what he says and wait for him to continue. He slips his arm around me, like in a cliché love story. "Now you're going to take a step forward, swing the ball up, and let it slip through your fingertips,"

I do exactly so and the ball knocks over at least half of the pins. He leans next to my ear and whispers, "I knew you could do it babe,"

He leaves goosebumps up and down my arms. He excuses himself to go to the bathroom and I'm still comprehending what happened.

"Pardon?" an older lady comes up to me.

"Hi," I smile softly at her.

"Are you and that boy dating?" she asks.

"Um-"

"You guys are adorable. You remind me of myself when I was younger. My boyfriend was a rocker like yours; he had dark black hair and he always wore The Beatles shirts, even if he was twenty," she says.

"I hope you and your boyfriend live a long, happy life together," she smiles at me and walks away.

•

"You just let me win," I say as we return our shoes.

"And what if I did? I would pay anything to see that cute victory dance again," he says and I blush.

He and I intertwine our fingers and I lean my head into the crook of his shoulder as we walk down the sidewalk.

"I had fun on our date," Luke says after awhile.

"So this was a date?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Uh...I mean, er, yeah if you want to-well if you felt like it was then yes," Luke stutters and I giggle.

"It was one of the best dates I've ever had,"

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that was a v cute date in my opinion. I need a cute partner just to do cute things. or even a really loyal bffl. dang I'm lonely okay bye