Pretty Girls ⇼ Luke Hemmings

Something Fun.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Luke asked when the movie ended.

"I don't know. Probably just staying in,"

"I have work in the morning," he told me. "But would you want to do something after?" I debated whether or not it would be a good idea to spend time with him so soon after we'd made up. "I work six to noon," he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Okay," I decided not to overthink it. If his plan was to scorn me yet again, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of falling for it. "Where do you work?"

"I'm a butcher at a deli," the image of him at work flashed through my mind and I couldn't help but bite my lip. Luke was the kind of guy that could look attractive doing anything—Especially sitting in my bed with his arms crossed over his chest. I pushed the thought out of my head.

"Well, if you work at six, you should probably get to bed," he rolled his head towards me and a small smile played on his lips. It was nearly one.

"Can I sleep here?" He asked with a small pout. I thought about letting him stay. What harm could come from him sleeping here? Of course, I'd make him stay in Lea's bed. Then again, maybe it's too soon.

"I don't think that's a good idea," I sighed, picking at the skin around my nails.

"Okay,"

"Besides... You have to feed Petunia in the morning and-" he cut me off.

"I get it, Val," he moved to the edge of the bed, sitting up.

"I'm sorry," I told him and he shrugged, pulling on his boots.

"Don't be," he stood.

"What's your major?" I asked, trying to strike up conversation. I didn't want him to leave, but I couldn't let him to stay.

"Music production," he chuckled, shaking his head.

"So you want to be a producer?" I asked, despite how stupid it sounded.

"I want to own a music studio," I nodded. I wanted him to sit back down, but I knew he had to go to sleep. "Goodnight Val," he smiled.

"Goodnight Luke," I replied and he walked out of the room.

***

I woke up at 12:45pm from a knock at the door. Lea still wasn't back, so I got out of bed and opened up the door to find Luke. His wet hair was tied into a bun and he was in black skinny jeans and a black tee with his signature boots. I rubbed my eyes, stepping aside to let him in.

"Did you just wake up?" He asked with a small laugh, sitting at my desk chair.

"Yeah. Just give me a minute to change," I grabbed some whitewash jeans and a light pink tee before making my way to the bathroom.

"You can change in here," Luke told me, causing me to roll my eyes and exit the room anyways. When I got back, Luke was typing away on his phone. He was quick to set it down and pull his eyes up to meet mine. "What do you want to do today?" He asked.

"I don't know," I sat on the bed, pulling my hair into a messy ponytail. "Something... Fun," I decided and he laughed.

"I think you and I have different definitions of fun," he playfully rolled his eyes. "Okay, I have an idea," he smiled, standing up. "Ready to go?" I nodded and grabbed my purse, following him out.

"Where are we going?" I asked as we got into Luke's car.

"It's a surprise," he winked, pulling out of the parking lot. "But we have to pick up Petunia first," within minutes, we were pulling up to the frat house. Luke ran in the house and returned with the excited dog, helping her into the backseat before pulling back onto the street. He smiled at me and I realized how nicely his stubble accompanied his face. I couldn't help but smile back as he reached around to pet Petunia before rolling the window down for her. We were only in the car for about fifteen minutes when Luke pulled into a small parking lot near a lake.