We're Taking The Long Way Home - Luke One Shot
I was inspired to write this when listening to long way home and I'm happy with how this turned out, so I appreciate feedback. If you have any suggestions or comments, please let me know!
Cool night air rushed through the open windows of the car, as Green Day music flowed out of the same space. Your hair was pulled back in a braid, but strands had escaped throughout the day, and the wind drew more pieces out of the confines of the French style. You shifted on the seat, hoping to unstick your thighs from the leather. As you did this, you studied the profile of Luke. His hair still retained its quiff, even with the wind whistling though the car, and you could see the outline of his preferred hairstyle in the blue light given off by the stereo. His nose and lips were also highlighted by the light, and you found yourself admiring his features. You had been friends with Luke since you were born. Your mothers were close friends, so you and Luke spent much of your childhood together.
When you were about sixteen, you had finally voiced your more-than-friendly feelings toward Luke, and had been relieved to find that he too wanted to kiss you, but had been too shy to say anything. You had dated, and worked hard to keep your relationship going, even when Like was on the other side of the planet, and the most communication you had was just a few rushed texts. However, Luke had recently come home for a two week break, and after appeasing his mother with family time, he took you out to spend one-on-one time together. At dinner, you began to realize just how stressed and overwhelmed Luke was with everything going on. He was thrilled that people were loving the music he and the boys were making, but the sudden popularity, and packed schedule was taking a toll on Luke, so you suggested that you and Luke go on a drive after dinner, just to get away from everything. You had ended up at the playground of your elementary school, and stayed tree for a while. Like singing songs and playing guitar in between memories of your childhood.
"Hey Y/N"
"Yeah Luke?"
"Remember when you used to throw mud at me during recess, and you would run away laughing because I couldn't do anything back because my mom said I couldn't do anything mean to you?"
You giggled, remembering Luke frowning, mud splattering his white shirt, red cheeks, and blond hair, as you ran around him, taunting him with your sparkling clean clothes. "Of course! But remember that day that you finally decided to ignore your mum, and that was the first time you saw me cry? I remember being so upset because I had worn a new dress, and I thought that it was going to be ruined forever!"
"I have never felt so awful in my life. You were so upset, and I was the cause if it, and it made me feel terrible!"
"Yeah, but you made it up to me about a million times over. You were my biggest support whenever I wanted to do something, and you always helped me out. Like that time my period started when we were out for lunch, and you walked behind me all the way to the car, so people wouldn't see. Or when I tripped and fell and my school stuff went everywhere, and you fell too, just so I wasn't the complete center of attention. You're just always there for me."
Luke smiled, somewhat ruefully, thinking of those unfortunate events. "But those things made us become even closer. They made us best friends. Best friends that support each other through thick and thin. Best friends who support each other even when one has a crazy idea, like joining a band, and traveling the world. Best friends who can handle being in a relationship while they're oceans apart."
At the end of his speech, Luke looked upset, more so than you would expect with such inspiring words. You turned your face to him, fireflies flickering around the pair of you, and bumped his shoulder with your own, jostling him slightly. "Luke, you okay? You sound upset."
Luke leaned back, laying down on the grass, the wind chilling your shoulder after feeling Luke's body heat. "To be honest, I'm not okay. Like I feel so selfish, I'm getting to love out my dream. I'm performing to people, traveling the world, and people actually like the music we're writing. But it's just been hard to have everything change so much, so quickly. And I really hate being away from home so much. I miss my family, and it makes me feel like a crummy best friend. Like, I don't know. I guess I just wish that sometimes it would all go away, and It could just be you and I for a while. You know? I just need to breath, and remember who I am."
"I know what you mean, Luke. How about we go for a drive. We don't have to go right home, let's just go forget about everything except each other for a few hours"
Luke's face took on a red hue with the color of the stoplight. His eyes momentarily turned crimson with the reflection, as he rotated his head to fave you. "Guess what Y/N."
"What Luke?"
"You're really cute."
"Really?"
"Yup."
"Am I cute enough to kiss?"
"Hmm, I don't know. Did you put on your vanilla Chapstick?"
"Maybe. Maybe not."
"Well, then I don't know if I can..." "Luke Hemmings, do you want a kiss or not." With this prompting, Luke quickly tilted his head, so his lips met your own as the light turned green. "You did put it on, I tasted vanilla!" Luke said, triumphantly. You smiled, happy that something as simple as your sweet scented lips, could make Luke so happy. You body moved back slightly as Luke pressed the gas to continue through the empty streets.
The music continued to play from the speakers, you and Luke singing along. Luke's voice was always in the correct key, whereas yours simply stayed in time, without the correct pitches. You smiled at Luke, glad that the music was distracting him from his unhappy thoughts from the playground. Luke reached over, across the cup holder filled with two lemonades and a plethora of him wrappers, and clasped your hand. It was moments like these, driving through town, listening to music, sharing memories (and body heat), with Luke that you appreciated more than anything else. Any gift that Luke brought you from Spain, or any comment your friends have you on a dress paled in comparison to the time you spent with Luke.
"Hey Luke"
"Yeah Y/N?"
"I really like you. Like I know that you know that, but I mean I absolutely love you, and I want to spend as much time with you as possible. And if that means that we can only spend time alone on drives like this every now and then, then that's okay. Because I love you, and I just really appreciate any time I'm lucky enough to spend with you." You blushed a bit, pouring your heart out, even to Luke, brought the blood rushing to your cheeks. However Luke quickly set your mind at rest by stopping the car and kissing you with more passion than you had ever seen or felt from him. Luke's warm lips were completely attached to your soft vanilla-flavored lips. Your hands grabbed his blond hair, pulling it from it's quiff, something the wind still failed at, and he continued to press his lips against yours, tightening the bond that represented your friendship and relationship as a couple, not just your physical bond in the moment. You knew that Luke was relaying every good and bad emotion he had kept bottled up inside himself through this kiss, and it meant that he completely agreed with you, and would do anything for you. As the stoplight turned green and the car stayed in park with you and Luke wrapped in one another, you knew that you and Luke would be able to handle anything if you were just able to remember your past together that set the foundation for a lasting relationship.
