Here's To Teenage Memories ~ L.H.

Chapter Three

I didn't sleep. With thoughts of Luke and the kiss swimming around my head sleep had alluded me. He kissed me, why did he kiss me? Did he have feelings for me? Did I have feelings for him? There were so many questions and at the end of it all I just kept thinking about Luke's soft lips on mine.  Rolling over I pressed my face into my pillow. Luke Hemmings get out of my head. Sitting up in bed,  it was 7.30 and I could hear the girls in the next room getting up. I'd checked the timetable yesterday and today my group was painting. Pulling on a pair of sport leggings and my orange camp counsellor tee, I quickly ran a brush through my hair and braided it over my shoulder. Saying a 'good morning' to the dorm 4 girls, we quickly left for breakfast. Walking through the cool morning air up to the mess hall, it was already full with campers and counsellors. Knowing I was about to see Luke again made my stomach turn with anxiety. I couldn't eat, not right now anyway. Pouring myself a glass of orange juice I sat down at the counsellors table. Luke wasn't there yet and that made me feel worse if anything. I needed to talk to him about the kiss, and as anxious as it made me feel I had to do it today. I couldn't have the kiss consuming my thoughts any longer.

"Not eating this morning Red?" There it was, the smug voice of the one person I had been dreading talking to.

Looking at him my eyes went straight to his lips, they held his usual smug smirk.

"N-no." I stuttered, "Not hungry."

He tilted his head, "You okay?"

I nodded, "Yes. Yep. I'm a-okay."

I groaned quietly, inwardly cursing myself, now I was acting like I had a crush on him.

Luke narrowed his eyes, he didn't believe me, "Okay. If you're sure."

"We need to talk later." I hissed, leaning in close to his ear.

He grinned, "Oh yes we do."

Breakfast ended and the dorm 4 groups stayed in the mess hall whilst everyone left for their activities. Pushing the breakfast tables to the walls, the kids started to set up easels while Luke and I went to get supplies. Unlocking the store room door Luke and I began stacking paints into a basket.

"So, what is it you want to talk to me about?" Luke asked, I couldn’t see his face but his voice was playful, taunting.

I rolled my eyes, counting out fourteen canvases, "You know exactly what I want to talk about."

"Do I? I don’t think I do. Can you refresh my memory?" He asked smugly.

"You wish Luke Hemmings." I replied

I heard him chuckle quietly, "Oh I do."

He was being sarcastic I told myself. Bundling up the canvases in my arms I walked out of the storeroom, leaving Luke alone. Handing out canvases to the kids I glanced around for Luke and the paints. Where was he? Strolling back into the  storeroom, the door suddenly closed behind me and I was pushed gently against it.

"If you won't remind me, I guess I'll have to remind you." Luke's voice was a low, husky whisper in my ear.

As he pressed his lips against mine for the second time I felt my stomach drop. I didn’t move as he kissed me, I needed to ask him about it but I couldn’t with his lips pressed against mine. Pushing Luke away he frowned down at me.

"What's wrong?" He asked with a pout.

"You can't keep doing that." I huffed.

He shrugged, "Why not?"

"Because you can't," I was frustrated now, all this kissing was confusing me, "You're messing with my head."

Luke's eyebrows furrowed as he leaned back on one of the shelves so we were almost eye level, "I don’t understand."

I rested my head against the back of the door, "It's like one minute I hate you and the next minute you're kissing me and I have no idea how to feel. Why did you kiss me?"

"I kissed you because I wanted too." Luke answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"What does that even mean?" I sighed.

"Do you have a crush on me?" He asked bluntly and my eyes widened in shock, did I have a crush on him?

I sighed again, "I don’t know. Do you have a crush on me 'cause you seem to be the one doing all the kissing around here."

He shrugged, "I don’t know. I just know that sometimes I really want to kiss you."

"Oh, that's helpful." I remarked sarcastically, causing a smirk to grace Luke's face.

Suddenly I was shoved forward by the door opening, straight forward into Luke's arms. Jumping away from Luke I spun around to see Oli standing in the door way.

"What's going on here?" He asked glancing between Luke and I.

"We were getting paints." I said quickly, covering up Luke's silence.

Oli nodded slowly, though I could tell he didn't believe me, "You two know that relations between counsellors is prohibited, right?"

We both nodded quickly, "Yeah." We said in unison.

"Good." He said in his thick British accent, "Let this be your first warning. You know the rules."

Grabbing a box he turned on his heel and left the storage room. Turning back to Luke, I picked up the box of paints next to him. There was a strange look in his eyes, almost a mix of sadness and worry. Turning to leave the room he caught my arm. Looking back at him I raised my eyebrows as if to ask 'what?' He opened his mouth before closing it again and letting my arm fall. Shaking my head I walked back out into the mess hall and began handing out paints.

"So guys just like paint whatever you want." I said to the kids, watching Luke emerge from the store room in the corner of my eye.

He walked to the easel next to mine and looked over at me, "What you going to paint?"

I shrugged, "I hadn't thought about it. What about you?"

"I was gonna paint you." He said, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh I'm sure you were." I replied sarcastically.

"I was, honest." He said playfully, nudging me in the ribs.

I rolled my eyes, dipping my paint brush in the black paint. Art had always been one of my stronger subjects in school.  Painting slowly, the picture unfolded. Stepping back to admire my canvas once I'd finished I sighed. I'd painted an eye, strange enough as it was, but it looked so familiar.

"Is that me?" Luke asked, leaning his head over my shoulder.

Glancing between Luke's eye and my painting I cursed myself inwardly, it was Luke's bright blue eye.

"Um. No." I said slowly, trying to cover my tracks.

"It is. It's totally my eye." He said, looking at me with a smirk.

"No it's not Hemmings." I replied, moving to cover my painting.

He grinned, grabbing my waist to move me so he could see the painting. My skin tingled under my shirt from the pressure, and again I cursed myself, Luke should not have this effect on me.

"That is my eye. Seems as though you can't keep me off your mind." He grinned, all of a sudden he seemed to realise where his hands were.

Looking down at his hands, he nervously glanced back up at my face before slowly removing his hands. Suddenly a tension seemed to set in between us. In that moment it was clear that we both had some sort of feelings for each other. Clearing my throat, Luke took a step away from me.

"Maybe it's not me." Luke mumbled, stepping back to his own canvas, yep there was definitely tension between us.