Give To Skinny Love

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     Plenty of times I lie awake thinking about everything. Most people do it, but it can get intense when all you really enjoy are the simple things. It was 5:02 and I don't have to wake up for a couple more hours. But I was up. Deciding that I couldn't go back to sleep, I pushed the covers aside and tiptoed my way downstairs. Usually being the only one up in the mornings, this early, it seemed surreal.

     I quietly opened my front door and shut it. Taking in the morning air filled with dew, it smelled like the most pleasant things ever. The feeling of nostalgia came rushing back to me. I would die to have mornings like this all the time.

     Since I was up, I walked down the pathway to the mailbox. It might've been indecent to be wearing shorts and tank top, but I was presentable considering how early the morning was. I grabbed our mail, a few envelopes or so, and stayed there for a moment. Dawn was breaking, incredibly beautiful, I felt like I'd explode if I continues to stare. But I did continued.

     Suddenly a thought popped into my mind. More a person than a thought. Luke, to be specific. You had to admit, no matter who you were, that this boy was definitely a sex god. Looking at him could probably make a blind person able to see, someone in a coma awaken, even the paraplegics to jump in awe. I didn't know what Luke was to me, but I'd gladly accept him as a friend.

     “Andie!" Ugh, there I go imagining him, it wouldn't be the first time. His voice could melt the polar icecaps faster than global warming. “Andie." This time it was more clear, as if he was just behind me. I got kind of freaked out. I slowly turned my head around, you could practically hear the eery creaking sound.

    

     Guess who was there? You're smart, we all know it'd be Luke. He was wearing a grey beanie over his sandy blonde hair and hipster glasses rested on the bridge of his nose. A black V-neck and a pair of grey sweatpants decorated his attire for the day. He could make anything look good, couldn't he?

     I guess I must've been staring too long at him in awe, because next thing I know is that he's chuckling to himself quite loudly.

     “What’s so funny?” I gave him a glare to quiet down, but he refused.

     “You- your," somehow he couldn't stop laughing like a mad man. He cleared his throat a few times before he took control of his voice. A smirk played across his face as he stared down at me. “Your hair looks, um, like it got ran over multiple times," he lightly laughed again.

     I playfully punched him the shoulder, giving him a death glare. “Not funny! I don't make fun of your dorky glasses!”

     He sent me a glare and pushed his glasses up. I smirked in victory.

     “Anyway, I saw you from down the street and thought it was more than a coincidence that you live near me,” Luke shoved his hands down in his sweatpants, rocking back and forth. Awe, his smile was just perfection when he was nervous. Can someone be this pretty and not have major baggage or be rich and famous?

     “Are you stalking me?” Reality popped my daydream. It took a while to process what Luke had said, all the while he had this perfect smirk covering his face — sometimes I wished to wipe it off, because death glares were meant to be effective.

      “Uh, um, what? No, no!" I stammered. I realized what he'd said and I began to blush madly. My face could be the new Chinese flag.

     Luke let our a hearty laugh and shook his head. “I’m joking. But, yeah, I live just down the street. Pretty cool.” He took a couple steps back.