Megans POV
Its been a week since luke asked me that question and he hasent stopped since,despite the fact his question the first time he asked it has been nagging on my mind since,he dident need to carry on asking. I Dident think not being able to dance would be so hard , I feell ike all my emotions, all the pain I have is blocked inside of me and I'm too scared to let it out any other way then the way I'm use to,the way that helps me. Everyday luke had been coming to me,he doesent even ask he just turns up not that I'm complaining at all.
I'm intruiged to know more about his band,I mean I know I've heard them play but he doesent really speak about it much and I'm abit scared to ask. I haven't seen my parents much but that doesent make any difference to how it was before,the subject about the divorce hasent even been brought up in any conversations but I'd rather keep it that way.
I look at the time on the alarm clock on the bed side table realising its nearly the time luke usually comes. I can't explain why but each day I feel more excited to see like but I don't know why,I feel asif he gives my days a purpose. I hear running up my stairs and my door open slowly, I smile as lukes head pops through the gap in the door . My eyes follow him as he takes a seat on my bed ,putting his bag down on the floor. I feel the urge to ask him, I feel stupid at the anxiety I get from the thought of asking a simple question but deep down I know I always been like that even why I try to deny it to myself.
"Uh luke?" I ask trying to ignore the fact my hands are shaking ,anyone would think I'm asking him something serious
"Yes?" He replies,that smile of his forming on his face
"Can I ask you something?" I ask fiddling with my hands
"Well I'd usually say yes but you need to answer my question first remember" he replies with a slight chuckle,damn you luke hemmings
