never see the truth 》luke hemmings

Chapter Two

“We’ve watched Mean Girls every single time this last month!” Luke shouted, laughing as Olivia pouts. She’s leaning over the cupboard filled with movies Luke and his brothers had collected over the years, though a lot of them were Disney movies his mother bought on occasion when the boys were younger. Olivia had been digging through the pile just to bring Mean Girls right back from where Luke had hidden it, like every week after they got done watching it.

 “It’s not like you’re going to say no,” Calum added in from his spot on the couch. He sat, glancing between the pair. Olivia was kneeling on the ground, acting like she shifting around in the cupboard a little more for further examination of the movies. Luke stood beside her, his hands on his hips, muscle t-shirt tugged between his hands, revealing more toned skin then already seen. Luke bit his lip, bring his lip ring between his teeth before sighing and waving a hand at Olivia as an act of surrender, settling down on the couch, next to Calum, the middle bit, leaving the only open spot beside himself for Olivia to sit in if she chose.

“I mean, we can always watch Snow White…” Olivia trailed off, causing groans to erupt from the two teenage boys, Olivia giggling softly as she place Mean Girls in the DVD player. “Oh, I need to get my snack,” Olivia called out as she raced to the kitchen. Calum sighed, glancing at Luke, raising an eyebrow in her direction as he asked, “When are you telling her?”

“Telling her what?” Luke responded, crossing arms. Calum always brought up the fact that Luke never told Olivia how he felt. Every time Luke tried, he always ended up imagining the rejection on her face as he spoke the words to her, telling her exactly how he felt, when he started to feel it, and how he would always feel it for this stupid brunette girl… No, not stupid. Luke was the stupid one.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, mate, don’t play dumb,” Calum laughed. He nudged the blond boy with his elbow, raising an eyebrow, “I say do it right now,” and the kiwi opened his mouth as if to shout at Olivia but Luke covered his mouth with his hand before Calum could move his vocal cords to speak. Calum screamed into his hand, only to have it muffled to a light one. Luke laughed, until Calum licked his palm and he had to pull it away with a shriek of “EW CALUM!”

“Boys, settle down!” Olivia teased, taking her seat next to Luke, her tub of ice cream in her hands with an extra spoon for Luke and Calum, which Luke happily accepted, Calum declined. The boy was always worried about his calorie intake these days. Had to look good for the same girl at school, like usual.

Calum had been a really good friend since sophomore year, the boy also being an Australian exchange student, the two immediately becoming friends when they realized they had the same band class together. The two had started playing music together (not publically, just in one of the boy’s rooms, mostly ending up with strings broken because someone had pushed the other too hard and ended up toppling over, guitar in hand) and had been bonded in brotherhood since. Calum also happened to be good at every athletic thing set before him; he was captain of the schools soccer team, also managing to play beach volleyball in his free time. Girls always wandered after him wherever he went, yet he was hung up on a girl who he’d never even spoken to. She played lacrosse, had dark brown hair, with eyes to match, and yet the most popular boy in school couldn’t seem to speak a word to her when they ended up in the same circle. It made Luke laugh every time someone around them brought her up and Calum asked so many questions it made Luke wonder if his jaw would become unhinged from talking so much.

“Calum, mind pressing play?” Olivia asked, throwing her short legs over Luke, her tub in her lap, and Luke scooped up a rather big glob of chocolate ice cream and stuffed it into his mouth. Calum leaned over, pushed play on one of the thousands of remotes that his family never seemed to through out, and the beginning scene of Mean Girls started. Luke glanced over at Olivia sneakily, watching her smile as something funny happened on screen. Luke was always looking at her, whether she choose to acknowledge it or not. Calum coughed, causing the both of them to look at him as he smiled and said, “You know, you guys would make a really cute couple. I’ve always thought that.”

Calum fucking Hood, Luke thought to himself, glaring at the boy. Calum just continued to smile at the pair beside him, shrugging as a response to Luke. Olivia was silent for a moment, and Luke couldn’t turn to face her as she thought about her response. It felt like a million years before she responded.

“Sorry, I was eating; but do you realize how many times we get told that?” Olivia said, eating another spoonful. Luke nodded.

The two of them got it everywhere they went in public. At the movies, they used to get elderly couples asking how long the two of them had been together. Olivia was always the one who set them straight. But there had been this one time an elderly couple just couldn’t accept that answer.

“You’re lying!” The wife told Olivia. She opened her mouth into a surprised frown, glancing at her husband. His hand was tightly wrapped around her waist, as tight as a man of nearly seventy could hold. He frowned down at the two of them, then glanced at his wife, “Remember when we used to say that, Alice?” and laughed as if their statement (or rather, what they didn’t state) was hilarious. Alice smiled at them and patted her husband chest lightly with her wrinkled hand. “George and I used to be just like you two when we were younger; started as really good friends. He had a girlfriend at the time but I just wouldn’t let that phase me! Goodness, chasing him took so much work,” she sighed, shrugging, “But I didn’t let it phase me.” Luke blushed. She was basically stating his life story.

“And I am so glad you chased me for so long,” He told her, planting a shaky kiss to the top of her head. She leaned into him, winking at Luke as if to say she knew exactly what he was going through. And he flushed again, tugging on Olivia’s hand, mumbling an excuse about how their movie was starting.

“Yeah, people say that a lot,” Luke mumbled. He stared at the screen, Lindsay Lohan getting her hair tugged by the guy who said he wanted the same hair color as her. Luke shifted closer to Olivia, just slightly, not enough for her to notice, just enough to feel her even more against his tight jeans. He just wanted to be able to scoop her up and hold her against him, but that could never happen. Not while she responded the same way every thing.

“We’re just friends,” She would say, like she was now, “He’s such a good friend though… I don’t know where I would be without him, honestly.” And she patted his knee. It was always the same response, her stating those lines, her patting his elbow, knee, shoulder, the top of his head. She always did the same thing.

“I mean, have you guys ever considered getting together?” Calum asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Oh, no. Not really,” She mumbled in response, digging into her tub, putting a spoonful into her mouth. Luke dug his spoon into the ice cream, shrugging as he lied, “Yeah, I never really did either,” which made Calum scoff and cough, “Bullshit,” into his hand.

Olivia ignored it. She tended to ignore everything about them that probably made sense deep in her mind, but she choose to act like she didn’t know. So there she sat, with a boy who loved her so deeply it hurt him, legs thrown across his lap, dancing with the fate of destroying him slowly as he burned with an intensity that didn’t want to be told ‘no’ and she chose to ignore it.