the science project || l.h.

[fourteen] - [voodoo doll]

"I just don't get it,"

"Well do you think he likes you?" Lil asks, looking up from her phone. "Well he said," I say, not wanting to answer the actual question.

"I don't mean friend like, Livi. I mean like." She says. I drop my head from my propped up elbows and bury my face in my bed. 

"I don't know," I sigh. "He was being so flirty and stuff... And he's been nice... And he actually was stuttering when he was talking to me about this. And he was blabbering on and on about-"

"He likes you." Lil interrupts. I groan. Of course. How did this even happen?? "How do you feel about him?"

The question catches me off guard. What?

"Uhm, I don't know... I'm still trying to get used to liking him as a friend..." I say. She raises an eyebrow.

"So you don't like Luke at all in that way?" She asks. I sigh. "Well..."

"You're thinking about it. If you have to think about it, it's a yes." She says, a big smirk on her face. I groan and tug at my hair.

"There's just some times where he does something and it's cute or hot or like when he teases or flirts with me I do it back because, I just, I don't know," I sigh. "Do you like it? Is that why?" She asks. I shrug.

"I guess so... I don't know maybe I have a liiitttle crush on him. But it's nothing serious." I say, waving my hand around. Lil rolls her eyes. "Mmkay,"

"It's true," I say. Though I feel like it won't be true for long.

Kill me.

~~~

*Luke's POV* 

"Get off the couch, you lazy sack," Michael says to me. I whine. "No. I'm not moving."

"Just pull him off, he's light," Calum replies, busy tuning his bass. "He has no muscle," Ashton chuckles. I huff. He's just proud of himself because he's been going to the gym lately. "Yes I do."

"Whatever, Luke, just at least move over. There aren't any other seats and I'm not sitting on the floor," Michael says. I put my legs on the top of the couch so there's a little room. He just glares at me.

"I'll just sit on you," he threatens. Before I can get up or even protest, he's sitting on my chest. It suddenly gets really hard to breathe.

"Get off me, you flower," I cough, referring to his freshly dyed lilac hair. He pulls out his phone and makes himself comfortable, still crushing me. 

"Okay, okay, I'll make room, please get off," I say, feeling like my ribs are going to collapse. Calum is on his phone, unamused, as something like this happens at least twice every day, while Ashton is having a giggle fit.

Michael finally gets up and I quickly sit up, hugging my knees. He plops down next to me.

"What's up with you today, Luke? There's no fight in you," he says. I puff out air. "I think I screwed my life over."

"Why?" Calum asks, actually taking interest, or some interest, in the conversation. I fiddle with the loose strings by the holes on my knees. "Well..."

I start spilling all about how Olivia stayed over and I was oddly touchy and flirty and stuff and then we watched Pokemon and her commentary was so cute and when she couldn't sleep, she came into my room and I held her really tight because I thought-

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up a little." Calum says. "You totally are whipped," Michael comments. I groan. "I'm not, I don't even like her,"

"You just said a giant run-on sentence all about how the things she does are 'cute'," Ashton chuckles. I take my beanie off and run a hand through my hair.