arabella → hemmo a.u

0.5

I'm starting off this chapter with Luke's POV and this is like a week after their whole sleep over thingy so enjooooyyyyyy

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luke's perspective;

I was stuck at home yet again, with only a packet of potato chips and an out of date twix bar to keep my company. I wanted to call Malia and ask her to hang out, but she told me that she had work on Fridays, Saturdays and Thursday and today was a Thursday.

Malia Smith has been the first friend that I've made since I moved to New York 2 years ago. If I had told anyone that then they would think I'm some complete weirdo, but I genuinely think Malia would understand it. That's the type of person she was. She was a real goddamn person and I'm happy that she's the one and only friend I have, because I wouldn't want anyone else to take her place.

I quickly checked the time, before jumping up off the couch and rushing to the bathroom.

I was going to be so late for work. Without putting that much effort into my hair, I grabbed my blazer and headed out of my apartment.

I felt my phone buzz in my back pocket as I stepped into the lift and I took it out to see a text message from Malia.

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8:54am

from: malia smith

hey lukey, I'm getting off work early today so do you wanna grab some take out and come to mine at around 6ish?

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8:55am

to: malia smith

see you at 6 malia smith :)

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"No way, that did not happen!" Malia laughed.

"I was 7 okay? I didn't know any better," I sighed, taking a sip of my Pepsi. "How about you tell me some of your embarrassing childhood story's then Malia Smith?"

"I don't really remember any of them," she sighed, holding back a smile.

"Bullshit," I cursed, moving my body closer to hers. We were sat on her couch, eating Chinese food whilst american idol was playing in the background. I was still in my suit from work and she was still wearing her work clothes, but neither of us were complaining.

"What do you work as?" I asked, just realising that she hadn't told me what she worked for.

"That's pretty random," she giggled, only making my grin stretch wider, "I work for a T-Shirt designing company."

"Really? That's so cool," I told her as a small smile crept on my face.

"What do you work as, Hemmo? A hairdressing company or something?" she laughed, obviously very amused by her joke about my hair.

"It isn't even that good today," I quickly ran my fingers through my hair, hoping that it would make it look at least decent.

"Are you shitting me right now, Hemmo? Your hair is perfect all the time."

"Aw, are you complimenting me Malia Smith?" I smirked, moving my eyes from hers to her full pink lips.

"I might be," she smirked, pulling her lip between her teeth with made me go fucking crazy inside.

"Let's play a game, Malia Smith," I whispered, our faces inches away from each other. "Whoever kisses the other person first loses and has to pay for dinner. "

"What does the winner get?" She asked as our noses brushed against each other gently.

"Free dinner."