October.
I stood there, dumbfounded, staring at Luke whose back was now facing me as he walked down the street, journal in hand, cookie in the other. I blinked a couple of times. After acting like a complete idiot, I finally got a name. Was it worth it? I don't know at this point.
Luke Hemmings. Definitely not a Hufflepuff, I thought to myself. It suited him. Michael was right, he did sound like bad news and he was, he was a jerk that blurted out facts for some unknown reason and he's so cute but so dumb for being so closed in but he's so perfect and I can't help but get frustrated at how odd he was. Now this one was quite difficult to find out about. And something could end up going wrong if I dug myself deeper into him. And although it may be a stupid thing to do, I was already too far in to stop now. Luke Hemmings had my attention, and I don't know if I had his, but I was surely going to find out more about him.
I crossed the street still a little fazed at how surprisingly easy (ish) that was, and entered the shop to be greeted by an eager looking Michael with a smug grin on his face. I groaned.
"What?" I shrugged, passing him to get back to my shift which Michael thankfully took over while I was having a swell conversation with Luke Hemmings. I still can't get over how lovely his name was.
"Oh, don't 'what?' me. What the hell happened back there? I demand to know!" Michael commanded, grabbing both of my shoulders so I could face him. I shrugged, not wanting to tell him about what a jerk Luke was, but I wanted to tell him everything at the same time. "I gave him the cookie, sat down, he asked for my name and I gave it. Then he gave me his and then left." I stated, as broad as possible.
"Andhemight'vebeenajerktomejustateenytinybit." I added, I didn't want to leave Michael in the dark, but I also didn't want him to rain on my parade. I couldn't help it. Luke was breathtaking, and was taking every last inch of my mind up.
"What was that?" Michael asked, leaning in to try and hear me a little better.
"When I asked for his name, he told me that he didn't want to make 'useless conversations' and kind of, um, dismissed me, I guess?" I tried to make him sound as normal as possible. It really wasn't that bad, anyways. "I stayed though, and I gave him a piece of my mind. So no need to worry." I added to try and ease him, smiling sweetly.
"Tobe," Michael groaned, rubbing a hand down his face and placing them both on his hips. "Two words: Bad. News. Stay away from him. I could tell that he's a bad guy, and he's only sitting across the street. Or was, anyway."
I pouted at him. Normally, if Michael didn't agree to any choice that was brought in front of him, I wouldn't either.
But something about this Luke Hemmings was so interesting, and I wanted to find out what it was. I wanted to find out what he eats for breakfast - or if he even chooses to. What kinds of books he's into. Does he watch TV often? What does he write in that little book of his? Why was he so secluded? What was behind that wall that he had put up to hide himself?
Screw Michael, I'm going in for it, whether he agrees or not.
"You said you'd be there for me, even if I did something stupid." I pouted at him, using my signature puppy dog eye look. "I promise I won't do anything dumb. Though I'm pretty sure I'll break that promise soon. I asked him about the weather, Mike. The fucking weather. I looked like such a loser." I rubbed my forehead, wanting to get rid of the embarrassing reminder that will probably haunt me for the rest of my life.
Michael sighed deeply. "Fine. But that just shows that you've got the hots for Mr. Too Cool To Care, over there." he finally gave in. I ignored the last comment and leaped at him, causing him to shriek and gave him kisses all over the face, only to have Bruce pop out again.
