When an attractive, yet annoying, foreign boy pulls up to you, what are you supposed to do? I don’t recall there being a procedure for this circumstance in the Girl Scout handbook. Maybe I should skim through it when I get home.
That is, if I actually make it home and ‘mystery boy’ doesn’t kidnap me.
I was brought out of my silly inner conversation by said mystery boy’s voice, oddly deep baritone chords making me melt into a puddle of teenage hormones. “Oi, you going to get in?” It was then that it registered in my mind that this abnormal guy was Australian, and it was then that my irrational laughs began to burst from my lips once more.
For such an intimidating boy, his accent threw the entire image off balance. Images of alligators and kangaroos danced through my clearly sleep depraved mind and all cautions regarding my safety left my mind as I climbed into the beat up car. Unsurprisingly, it was messy, and that boyish smell that seemed to stick to teenage boys filled the compact space—along with the ever-present reek of smoke.
“Australian, huh?” I teased with a sardonic tone, trying to breath through my mouth to rid my lungs of the putrid stench of toxic gas. I watched as his nose scrunched up in an oddly adorable way.
I need to get my hormones in check before I attack the strange male.
Nodding he pulled away from the curve jerkily, swiftly reminding me of basic safety rules, and I pulled the seatbelt across my hoodie clad chest. I was trying my hardest not to worry about the fact that I could very well die in a car crash because I was foolish enough to get into the car with the worlds worst driver.
Safely buckled into the hunk of junk, I decide to find out a little about this strange male. “What’s your name?” I question, though my words came out panicked as he nearly swerves into a rather large tree.
He glances at me when we halt at an abandoned stop sign, silently asking which direction my home was in. Despite my frustration with his blatant avoidance of my simple question I reply with obvious displeasure finding it’s way into my tone, “Take a right and keep driving until the next stop sign and it’s a left. Then it’s only a few houses down after that.”
Giving me a short nod, he drives on, seemingly becoming bored with my non-existent efforts of making conversation and turns on his radio. I am met with the surprisingly pleasant sound of green day and I can’t help but watch him in confusion as he bobs his head in time to the soft guitar.
I would’ve asked the rather creepy boy why he had driven after me and given me a ride, but I presumed it was because of the fact he had damaged my bum, which was causing me quite some discomfort in the already uncomfortable seat of his rusty car.
The Australian bloke’s awkward throat clearing tore me away from my mindless thoughts and I tried to grip the seat as he took a hardly gentle turn onto my street. Finding a bit of courage I lift my hand and point to my small suburban white brick house. “Its that one.” I mange to get out, stomach doing flips and the nauseating reek of smoke not doing me any favors.
Swerving, or what I assume he thought to be a turn, he makes his way into my thankfully empty driveway. I heave in fresh air as soon as the car door is open, speedily gathering my bag up from the dirty floor and unbuckling. “Uh, thanks.”
He simply nods again, fueling my interest in this hot and cold aussie boy. I promptly make my way to the door of my humble home, not bothering to turn around when I hear his car rapidly pulling away from my house.
From a distance I hear the familiar accent calling to me, “The names Luke, Luke Hemmings.” and just as I turn to look at him, he was gone with the loud struggling racket of his car making its way haphazardly down the street.
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It took me until I was sitting on my large leather couch to realize that the idiot had referenced James Bond as he told me his name. I was surprised to find I was laughing at this Luke character, and his stupid jokes. He was an enigma, mysterious one moment and making weird jokes the next.
My good mood was defeated by the silence of the house. Humming the tune All By Myself by Celine Dion, I turn the TV on, rolling my eyes at the reality TV trash that pops up.
Standing up, I my way to our small kitchen, searching for something edible. Settling for a bag of chips, I end up lazily sprawled across my couch again with a specific blonde boy on my mind, and a small grin on my lips.
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we didn't reach the goal but i had the chapter finished sooo, here it is!
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nirvana || luke au
FanfictionDaniella, Elle, Parish is dying to get out of the dreary town of Highlake Texas, but what happens when a certain foreign boy crashes into her life and tries his hardest to change her mind?
