Mrs All American - luke

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S A M

I wake up late in the afternoon after my adventure with Luke. My head isn't throbbing and I don't feel the urge to throw up, which I'm thankful for. My hand comes up to my lips when I suddenly remember what I did last night. I kissed Luke last night and I liked it.

Speaking of Luke, I wonder if he's still on the couch. I get up and walk over to the mirror on the wall. My hair is messy from sleep and the bags under my eyes are unbelievable. I grab my phone from my dresser and check it. I have a few group messages from India and Becca.

India: omg, so deunk

Becca: you're literally sittin g next to mr

India: wheres Sam Sam though I miss her :(

Becca: Sam wth you're ljke all over twitter

India: hahah! Sam doesn't even knoww what twitter is why would be on teitter

Becca: thERES PICTURES OF SAM AND LUKE ALL OVER THE PLAXE WHAT SAM TOU BETTER STArt EXPLANING YOURSELF

India: shhhh toure being too loud jesuS

Becca: shut up, im screenshotting eVERYTHING THIS IS GOLD

India: oUR BEST FRIEND IS FAMOUS SAM WHERE ARE YOU

That's when the conversation stops and I set my phone back down. I'm tempted to go on twitter and see what the fuss is about, but I'm kind of scared. I know there's probably mean things being said about me, so I decide against it. I decide to put on a pair of pajama shorts and then head out.

When I enter the living room, Luke is sleeping on the couch. He's laying flat on his back, his arms crossed over his chest and his head is turned to the side. I'm glad he isn't gone, but disappointed at the same time. I don't want to talk about our kiss last night, even though I'm dying to do it again.

I walk over to the kitchen and get the coffee pot started as I lean on the counter, my sweaty palms press down on it to steady myself. I don't know why I did it in the first place. It's not the alcohol's fault. I knew exactly what I was doing last night and after a nice night with Luke, I was confused.

He was nice last night, too nice for him and I didn't know why. It was nice talking to him and I can't believe I told him about my parents when I hardly know him. It makes me feel better that he didn't look at my like I was broken and that he didn't automatically feel the need to say he's sorry. He must think I'm crazy because that's how I'm feeling right now.

The coffee pot next to me scares me as it begins to make noises and I pull out a mug from the cabinet behind me. I pour myself some coffee and take a sip despite the fact that it's burning hot.

I don't know how I feel about Luke after last night and I'm driving myself insane because of it. I remember his lips and that stupid piercing of his and how his hands were on my hips and the way his mouth tasted like cherry coke.

Since he probably isn't going to wake up any time soon, I head back to my room, with my coffee and sit in bed. The day today is gloomy and I already hate it. I can't stand cloudy or rainy weather. You'd think that because I enjoy the sun so much, I would have stayed in California, but no. For some reason I came to New York and I don't even know why. I wouldn't have it any other way. I've been here since I was eighteen and I love it.

I look up and suddenly see Luke standing there by the door. His hands are in his pockets. He walks further into my room very slowly and sits on the bed. He looks around for a second, taking in his surroundings and doesn't say anything. I don't expect him to bring up the fact that I kissed him last night. Secretly I'm hoping he doesn't. "You and I should hang out, like that one day I asked you, but you were too busy being rude to me."