Better Off (Lil Peep)

Chapter 2: Luca Lyons is Lovesick

Luca Lyons' POV

Finally, I thought to myself. Another roommate to fill the void Kiana left. That was all a mess. Derek and I didn't share a room anymore, that's for damn sure. We had beef still but it was quiet and we usually avoided each other. I stayed in my own room alone and it was nice to have space to work and record alone.

I expected some other dude to come in here and room with Derek but to my surprise, another girl. Oh boy I thought, a pretty one too. I was hardly over Kiana but that was all history. Apparently she was still with Derek from what I knew.

This girl Samara was something else. Tall, with dark blue hair and haze eyes and pale white skin. She was tiny as hell and practically drowned in her gothic attire but she was fucking stunning.

We were all hanging out that first night eating in the living room and I watched her, she hardly touched her food as she looked around the room, her eyes wide at the lights and the modern decor. She'd never been here before. I could tell. But in some messed up way, I already felt that she belonged here.

I stared at her and she stared right back at me.

It wouldn't be until days later that I would even get a chance to talk to her.

I found out pretty quick that she was a photographer. She worked small jobs here and there- mostly out and about, at concerts, underground shows. Her subjects were people usually and from what I got to see, from peeking over her shoulder in the media room, she had a brilliant eye. Her candids of people, were priceless.

"You should take photos of me sometime" I threw words out there hoping something might stick.

"Oh yeah? Like at your gigs?" She shot back. I was expecting sarcasm but she was sincere.

"Yeah like at shows and stuff. I could introduce you to some people- friends of mine, contacts who might need you to take pictures if you want."

Her pale cheeks blushed and I wondered if I had said too much,

"Um, yeah that'd be cool. Sure."

I came on too strong? Did she know I was flirting? I wasn't just saying things though. I had friends who I knew would dig her photography.

Do I mix business and pleasure? I laughed at my own thoughts and went back to what I was doing.

"Hey Luca?"  She asked

"Yeah?"

"Why do you not room with Derek? Not that I'm complaining, I'm just curious. You have your room all to yourself so I was only wondering."

Of course she had to ask. I bit my lip unsure of how to answer.

"Um- we don't really get along. It's a long story. I hope he's an okay roommate though. But as for me being alone in my room, it's kind of a blessing. I'm up late a lot making beats and what not. That bothers some people I guess."

"Oh yeah, Derek, he's fine. He keeps to himself a lot but I suppose I do too. I'm up late a lot too. Editing my pictures and going through stuff. I write a lot too." She shot back to me, half lost in whatever she was doing.

Damn. A writer. I was surprised she even told me anything about her so soon.

"Wow that's cool. Maybe if you're ever up late, swing in here. We can just chill together." I couldn't stop myself before offering.

"Yeah. I'd like that" she smiled back, meeting my gaze for the first time in the conversation.

Dinner that night was scattered and random as everyone made their own food in succession. I was cooking Mac and cheese on the stove at 10 pm agter everyone else when she sauntered into the kitchen. She had on short pajama shorts and an almost see through t shirt. I couldn't help but gawk at her and the timer going off forced me to look away.

Stop staring you asshole I reminded myself.

She was rummaging through the fridge, absentmindedly.

"Hey there" I said, draining my pasta.

"Oh hey, Luca."

"You can have some Mac n cheese with me!" I offered cheerily. She smiled and turned to me.

"Really? I have like, no food." She chuckled.

"Really. Help yourself."  I was happy just to see her eating to be honest. Not that I was one to judge but she was so small...

"So do you have gigs a lot?" She asked me out of the blue. I died a little inside thinking she might take me up on the offer.

"Usually every couple nights. My next one is tomorrow night actually if you wanna come." I offered as we gravitated in the direction of my room.

"Actually yeah. I would, I'm trying to get out of my shell more and meet people. I would love more contacts." She grinned at me. God, she was so cute when she smiled that way, my heart melted a little.

We entered my room, and I heard her whisper under her breath
"Whoa"
"You like?" I turned around to face her.
My room was basically my paradise. I had my bed and dressers in one corner, my dj deck and recording stuff in another, and a whole separate nook in my room just for hanging out, complete with tv, bean bags, a small black leather couch, a glass coffee table, and a giant bookcase filled with books, cds, movies and more.

"I like." She smiled sitting on the couch with me.

It had been seven months since I had a girl in my room. I wasn't about to get my hopes up. Yeah I'm an attractive guy, but being with me isn't easy I guess. I'm clingy and I get hurt easily and that's why no one bothers with me. I can't say I blame them for that. And here I was about to fall for another girl.

I guess I never know when to quit.

Samara and I ate and chatted for what felt like forever. It had been three hours she sat with me. I hadn't connected with someone like this in a while.

She left for the night at nearly 2 am and I laid awake thinking about her. The pretty little photographer girl with the dark blue hair.

Samara. Perfect beautiful Samara.

What I didn't know at the time, was that she would nearly be the death of me.