the science project || l.h.

[fifteen] - [tattooed]

I sit at my windowseat. Luke and I already did some testing on our plants, and instead of going home, he insisted on staying and borrowed my laptop(after I logged out of everything and made sure there wasn't anything embarrassing on there). I just sit here and draw.

"I don't get this, Luke." I say honestly. He looks up.

"Get what?" He asks. I use my pencil to motion from me to him a few times.

"This. We finished and had nothing to do so I let you borrow my laptop so you wouldn't be bored. You can just go home," I say. He frowns, looking a little bit hurt.

"I don't want to go home. It's fun here." He says. I raise an eyebrow. "All you're doing is doing what you would do at home, but on my laptop, in my room, with me sitting right accross from you, drawing." I say. He huffs.

"Yeah, but... I'm with you, and that's pretty damn cool," he says, a little smile on his lips. The compliment(if you can even call it that) makes me blush a little. I look down. What am I doing?

"Why are you so far away?" He asks, shutting my laptop a bit. I furrow my eyebrows a little, still sketching. 

"Do you want me closer?" I ask, teasing a little. I look up to see him nodding, a pout on his lips. What is up with him?? My cheeks turn pink and I grab my art stuff and sit in a spot on my bed.

Luke's head is near my legs. I cross them and continue sketching. He looks up at me. "What're you drawing?" He asks. Before I can reply or register what's going on, my sketch pad is out of my hands and Luke is looking at it. His eyes widen slightly. "What??"

"Is this me?" He asks. I blink. I wasn't even paying attention to what I was drawing. I grab it from him and look at it, a blush creeping onto my cheeks. It's definitely him.

The picture is of a blonde boy, sitting on a bed, a laptop on his lap. He's wearing ripped up black jeans and has a Sleeping With Sirens t-shirt on. His blonde hair is pulled back into a grey beanie and one leg is over the other, his black vans sitting on top of each other. His lip ring is pulled between his teeth in thought. It's spot on with what he was just doing and what he's wearing.

"Uhm, I-I didn't, I-I didn't realize i-it," I stutter nervously. I'm so embarrassed. What was I doing?? He just chuckles.

"You're a good artist." He comments. I look at him, eyes wide. "What??" He asks. "You just found me subconsciously drawing you. And all you say. Is that I'm a good artist." I say. He starts to laugh.

"I don't care if you were drawing me or not, Olivia." He says, smiling. I roll my eyes and look down. He just chuckles.

"I like when you call me that." I blurt out. I turn red and want to shove those words back in my mouth. I look up at him to see his reaction, but he's just smiling sweetly. "Olivia?" He asks. I nod.

"No one calls me Olivia. Except, like, my parents.. When they're mad... But that's not the point," I say, laughing a little. What am I doing? I bite on my lip to stop.

"I like when you do that." Luke says, staring at me. I frown a little. "What?" I ask. He laughs quietly and looks away.

"What??" I ask again, laying next to him and poking his arm repeatedly. He rolls his eyes. "I'll tell you if you quit poking me," he says. I stop and just look at him.

"I like when you bite your lip." He confesses, looking away from my eyes. I laugh a little. "Why?? Ew, it's such a nervous habit. It's awful. Why would you think that's cute??" I say. He laughs this time and his eyes return to mine.

"I don't know, it's just... Overall attractive..." He shrugs, grinning. I roll my eyes and punch his arm lightly. "What is that supposed to mean?" I ask. He shrugs once again.