First//Luke Hemmings

Chapter 32

Luke’s P.O.V

“So, how are you planning on asking Zoey to prom?” Ashton asked, shutting his textbook.

We were sitting in the library studying for our AP History exam, which we had next period.

“I don’t know. Do I even need to ask her? I mean we’re in a relationship, she probably doesn’t expect anything,” I said.

“Dude, you cant just expect her to accept that!” Ashton said.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because she’s a girl, girls expect major promposals. Have you never seen a teen movie? You have to at least plan something,” Ashton said.

“What the hell do you know about girls?” I said, laughing slightly.

“I have a sister Luke, I have to watch girly television with her and her friends. All my sister and her friends ever talk about are romantic promposals and Harry Styles. Trust me, girls expect something big,” Ashton said.

“Well, what should I do?” I asked, suddenly really nervous.

I had no idea what I was supposed to do for Zoey; I had to do something good enough to measure up to her amazingness.

“Here,” Ashton said, pulling out his computer and pulling up a website.

“Pintrest? What the hell am I supposed to do on Pintrest?” I asked.

“I don’t know, my sisters use it to find hair styles. Look up prom proposals or something. There has to be something on this website for that?” Ashton said, pushing his laptop to me.

Ashton and I scanned the website, laughing at some of the over the top and elaborate prom proposals.

“A musical number sounds right up your ally,” Ashton laughed, pointing to one of the posts.

“I don’t think anyone would ever want to see that,” I laughed, scrolling through the website.

“Wait stop scrolling, do that one!” Ashton shouted, pointing to one of the ideas.

“Sh!” the librarian said, giving Ashton and I the stink eye.

“Yeah all right that one. I’ll do it tomorrow, you’ll help me right?” I said, turning to Ashton.

“Of course. Dude, Zoey is going to want to jump your bones right then and there,” Ashton laughed.

“Shut up,” I said, hitting him on the back of his head.

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Zoey’s P.O.V

I sighed as I stepped onto the bus, putting in my headphones. Luke couldn’t take me home today because he told me he had a dentist’s appointment, and I was once again reminded of how much I hated the public bus. It took twenty minutes longer to get home via the bus, and the bus driver kind of smelled like cabbages. Actually, all of the other passengers also kind of smelled like cabbages. I was also completely alone; Holden had football practice after school. Being alone on a bus where everyone smells like cabbages is not really my idea of a good time.

Thirty minutes later the bus finally arrived at my stop, and I slowly got off the bus, preparing my self for the five-minute walk home.

I started walking, my head towards the ground, when I saw something written in blue chalk.

I gasped as I read “ Seven reasons why Zoey Banks should go to prom with me,” with a large arrow pointed in the general direction of my way home.

I smiled as I walked to reason number one, which stated “1. I’ll pay for her ticket.”

The second one was close to it, saying “2. My dad says I look good in a tux.”

I continued to follow the pastel arrows, excitedly awaiting each reason.

I laughed as I arrived at the third one, “3. I think I'm mildly attractive and she’s really beautiful, there for our prom pictures would be cute.”

The fourth one said, “We will eat lots and lots of food, during and after prom, which I will kindly pay for.”

I laughed as I continued walking, my heart pounding with excitement. 

The next two said this, “5. I’m Australian, there for my accent is super hot and hard to say no to,” and “6. My dance moves put Kevin Bacon from Footloose to shame.”

I followed the last arrow up to my driveway, where I looked up and saw Luke standing with a sign and a bouquet of peonies. I smiled, touched at how he remembered that peonies were my favorite flowers.

 His sign said, in blue marker, “7. Because I’m her boyfriend there for her only option.”

Luke had this ridiculous grin on his face as I laughed at his sign, walking up to him. He set the sign down and handed me the flowers, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me to him.

“So Zoey Banks, what do you say? Will you go to prom with me?” he asked, his smiled getting even larger.

“Of course,” I said, leaning in and kissing him.

“YAY!” Ashton shouted, jumping out of the bushes and throwing glitter on us.

“Okay, this was cute until that happened,” I laughed, pulling away from Luke.

“He only agreed to help if he could do that,” Luke laughed, shaking loose glitter out of his hair.  

“Thank you Ashton,” I called back to Ashton.

Ashton gave a thumbs up, giggling like a small child.

“Oh and Luke, I definitely think you’re a lot more then mildly attractive,” I said, biting my lip.

“Oh I know, I just didn’t want to sound like a dick,” he smirked.

“Loser,” I said, leaning in again.

“But you love it,” he mumbled against my lips.

“Just kiss me you idiot,” I said.

“Bossy,” he smirked, finally placing his lips on mine.

a.n///

guess who's back... its me, im back. anyways hope this was okay, this story is nearing the end and im getting slightly emotional (there are about ten chapters left). 

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