Forget You // Luke Hemmings

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Cleo's POV

We were sitting in Luke's tree house not really saying a word. As you can tell we seem to do that a lot when we hang out, just sit. Most people would call that boring, but we are just happy to have each others company. Luke was sitting on the little mattress that we had pulled up here, trying to solve a rubix cube but he couldn't seem to figure it out. You could tell that he was confused because his eyebrows were knitted together and he had an intense glare on the cube. I was walking around the little house looking at all the pictures strung up on the walls. They were all pictures of me and Luke from when we were little until now. Some of them were taken by our parents when we were little and were printed out and others were taken with the Polaroid camera I had gotten last year. I looked at all the pictures closely remembering each of them. The first one I saw was a picture of me and Luke sitting on the beach buried in sand when we were about 4 years old. I had on my little pink bikini and I was wearing a white sun hat. Luke was wearing his little blue swimming shorts and was sitting next to me in the sand. I was smiling at the camera and Luke wasn't even looking at the camera, but was looking at his spread apart fingers watching the sand fall through.

There was one of Luke and I from our 5th birthday together and we had cake all over are face, huge smiles plastered on our faces, and little birthday hats on our head.

~flashback~

"OK guys on the count of three put your face into your cake!" Mrs. Hemmings called.

"One Two Three!" Everyone screamed. Luke and I pushed our heads into the cake. Everyone cheered. When we took our heads out Luke and I started clapping for ourselves and laughed at how silly we both looked. I had cake in my little pigtails and all over my ladybug shirt.

"Cleo, Luke, look at the camera!" My mom said. I hugged Luke tight and he hugged me back. We both looked at the camera and smiled.

"CHEESE!" Luke and I both screamed before we heard the camera flash.

~end flashback~

I walked over to the next picture and saw one of Luke and I from our first day on first grade. I walked a little further and found one of Luke and I from our first sleepover when we were six. We were both sitting on little sleeping bags on the floor of Luke's living room. Mine was pink and his was blue. We were wearing matching green pajamas but mine was in the form of a gown and his was a little shirt and shorts. I was holding my special stuffed animal that was a little brown dog and I was smiling brightly and squinting my eyes, and he was hugging tight on his stuffed giraffe with his eyes closed pretending to be asleep.

I looked at more pictures hanging when I found a picture from mine and Luke's 13th birthday party. That year we decided to have a paintball party and we invited all of our friends. Luke and I ended up hanging out together the whole time though. In the picture we had our arms around each other and we were both smiling at the camera looking extremely happy. I was wearing one of Luke's shirts and both of us were covered from head to toe in splatters of different colors of paint. I remember that party being so much fun and to this day that is still one of my most favorite memories with Luke. I smiled while looking at all of the pictures.

Looking at all of these made me realize how much Luke and I have been through together. He truly was my best friend. No, he was my brother.

I walked over and grabbed my Polaroid camera before walking over and sitting next to Luke. I put the camera in front of our faces and looked right at it. Luke looked up, too.

"Smile" I said before clicking the camera. The photo printed out of the top of the camera and I fanned it in the air. When it was ready I took a look at the picture. Luke and I were both looking at the camera with smiles sitting on both of our faces. Our faces were pushed next to each other and you could see his arm around my waist. I smiled looking at the picture before walking over and picking up a permanent marker and writing the year on it and then taking an extra clip and attaching the picture to the string of pictures on the wall. Satisfied with my work, I went back and sat next to Luke again.