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"mum?"

"luke!" a voice exclaimed as he closed the door behind us. running into the room came a small lady who i recognized as luke's mum, liz. she was so cute, and though i had seen her in pictures before, she was truly beautiful. luke looked just like her.

engulfing her son, liz squeezed luke into her arms, beaming happily. once they pulled away, she planted a kiss on his forehead, cheeks and then nose, squealing. "i'm so glad you're home, love."

"me too. mum, this is jenn." luke stepped aside and i waved slightly. liz beamed even more than she had when she saw her son, and soon i was in her arms the way luke was only moments before.

"it's so nice to finally meet you!" she exclaimed, pulling away but keeping her hands on my shoulders. "luke has said lots."

"has he?"

"he has!"

"lukey, is that you?" a voice boomed through the halls and soon two boys, a bit taller than luke, ran into the room and tackled their younger brother. i giggled as they began to toss him around the room.

"whoa, is this jenn?" the boy that i recognized as jack said, standing up straight. coughing, luke shook his head as ben helped him stand upwards straight. "hi jenn, i'm jack. luke's brother."

"i know— i mean, hi."

"jenn," luke grabbed my hand, pulling me to him. he picked up my bag. "c'mon. let's go upstairs."

"no closed doors," liz commanded and luke chuckled nervously. i laughed also, knowing it was a joke, seeing as luke was 22. i'm not sure he knew that, though.

"your family is nice," i said as he led me into a bedroom that i could only assume was his. band posters hung from the wall, the only place not covered being the door and his closet. i smiled at the blue and white plaid sheets and the two guitars set against the wall. a tiny desk sat against the wall that the door was on.

"yeah. they're okay."

"is this your room?" i asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed. he nodded, placing both of our bags by the door and then sitting down beside me. wrapping an arm around my shoulder, luke pulled me in. "it's cute. definitely how i expect you to be as a teenager. band obsessed, no friends..."

"hey, i had friends."

"band mates don't count."

"does my mum?"

"no. but liz is pretty awesome," i said and then luke sighed. "so you really had no friends when you were a teenager?"

"no, not really. unless you count cal and mike," he answered and i nodded. "so i had two friends. plus ashton, but he didn't go to our school."

"yeah. you were so cute though."

"you knew me as luke hemmings, 5 seconds of summer aussie rockstar. not luke hemmings, nerd by day, actually really good at guitar but nobody knew because crippling anxiety is a thing by night."

"shut up. i'm sure some girls had crushes on you," i said, leaning my head on his shoulder. he shrugged. "i like you."

"thank you. i like you."