arabella → hemmo a.u

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malias perspective;

Once me and Luke decided that it was time to get out of my bed, I quickly called my boss to tell him that I wouldn't be coming in.

"Hi Dan, I was just calling to say that I won't be coming in today because I'm not feeling very well," I explained, hoping that he would buy it.

"That's fine Malia, are you coming in tomorrow?"

"Yes, 100%."

"Well that's fine then, I hope you feel better," he spoke softly before hanging up the phone.

I walked back into the kitchen to see Luke rummaging around my cupboards. "You have like no food," Luke sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

"I know, I haven't been grocery shopping in a long time. We could order pizza?" I suggested, taking a seat on one of the stools.

"Pizza for breakfast? God, I love you Malia Smith," Luke grinned, taking his phone out of his back pocket and calling the pizza place.

"Hi, could we have one pepperoni pizza," Luke raised his eyebrows at me, asking what I want.

"Pepperoni too," I mouthed to him.

"Could we also have another pepperoni, please," Luke said. "Erm, the loft, 30 Crosby street number 48a," Luke told the pizza guy/girl my address and I was very surprised that he remember it just like that. "Okay, great thank you," he smiled as if the man could see him.

"How did you remember my address like that?"

"I don't know, I remember addresses really easily I guess," Luke shrugged.

"When's it going to be here?" I asked.

"They said around 15 minutes," Luke walked into the living room and slumped himself on the couch as I followed his actions and sat next to him.

"I just realised something, Malia Smith," Luke said suddenly.

"What did you realise Luke Hemmings?"

"I took you on a date, I came over to your house and slept over, yet I still don't know anything about you."

"Well what do you want to know?"

"How about we play a cliché game of 20 questions?" Luke smirked, his perfect white teeth revealing themselves.

"Sure. You go first," I said, getting myself comfortable on the couch. Luke was siting right next to me, with our feet tangled together on the coffee table and a fluffy blanket covering the both of us in this chilly weather.

"Where are you from?"

"Well my mom is quarter Italian, but my dad is fully American. What about you?"

"I was born and raised in Australia for about 7 years, but then I moved to Forestville and lived there with my parents until I turned 20 then I moved to New York. Do you have any siblings?"

"One younger brother, but that's it. Why did you move to New York?"

"I guess I just needed a fresh start," Luke sighed, "how many boyfriends have you had?"

"2 serious ones, but I've had 1 or 2 guys that I've had fun with, but nothing serious," I explained.

"And by fun you mean have sex a couple of times, then one of you gets bored and leaves," Luke took the words straight out of my head, almost as if he had experienced the same things I have.

I've never been good with boys. Either I get too attached and they they get scared or the other way round. In my serious relationships, one of them ended because he was moving to South Africa and the other one ended because he cheated. In a nutshell, I've got incredibly bad luck with the male species.