fake it // lrh

two

A week and a half has gone by very fast, and management has decided that Luke and I need to be seen in public a few times before the tour begins. Amy put me on a plane with only two days notice, and decided that I'll be staying at Lukes house. Luke. A stranger.

The whole situation makes me feel uneasy as I sit in the back of Donovan, Amy's assistants, car. He picked me up from the airport again, only this time I'm without Sam.

I quit my job, managed to pack five and a half months worth of clothes and necessities, visited my parents, and hugged my friends goodbye all in one day. I didn't expect to have to leave four days earlier, but I'm not going to argue with it. I signed a contract, and it's better to get this over with now than later.

Still, I'm a little irratied. I try not to be, and I try to hide it, but the inconvenience and my lack of say in the whole situation annoys me. I'm still not entirely sure why I'm doing this, truth be told.

Mom and dad were surprised and a little upset at first, but they support me and my 'love interest' now. As far as they know, I met him like six months ago and kept it a secret. I don't know how in the fuck Sam, Johnny and I managed to convince them of this, but we did it. My head is still reeling from it.

Of course, they demanded for Luke and I to Facetime them once I get to his house, but I'm almost certain they'll be in bed by the time I arrive, so I'll do it tomorrow.

Donovan turns onto the street of an extremely ritzy neighborhood, and turns the music down as he looks for the address that belongs to Luke.

"You nervous?" He asked me, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror.

"A little, yeah." I admitted. He smiled as his eyes focused back on the road and the many street numbers.

"I would be too." He said. "I mean, it doesn't sound easy, so I applaud you." He said. He didn't exactly calm my anxiety.

I gave him a weak smile as I clutched my phone like a security blanket. I'm alone, about to meet a stranger that I'll be living with for the next year. I feel like I've swallowed a large rock, and somehow empty at the same time. Like the lining of my empty stomach is made of lead.

The car pulled into a driveway, and Donovan put it in park before cutting off the ignition.

"You ready?" He asked, turning around in his seat to look at me.

"No," I nervously giggled. He smiled brightly at me.

"That's the spirit!" He cheered before getting out of the car. He opened the door for me and I crawled out, taking in the sight of Lukes house. It was a nice house, very modern.

"I can get my bags." I offered as Don began to open the trunk.

"I'm getting paid, I don't mind to grab your bags, Hun." He said. He grabbed my two suitcases and the large bag that held my makeup, deodorant, and other things I stored in my bathroom at home before shutting the trunk.

"Does this purse make my ass look good?" He asked as he sassily slung my makeup bag over his shoulder. I giggled as I followed him up the steps on Lukes porch.

"Absolutely." I said, causing him to giggle. Now that he was being goofy it was helping my nerves.

He rang the doorbell, and I heard the sound of a dog running towards the door.

Oh my God there's a dog!

I thought, smiling to myself as I wondered what kind of dog it was. It sounds like a big dog, so I'm sure I'm going to love it.