Anonymous| lrh

13| "The answer is Luke Hemmings can do anything."

Tuesday, January 13th
Anonymous:
Haha very funny. Don't act like you aren't grateful for the first note I left. If I didn't then I wouldn't have the privilege to talk to you ;). How about we meet tomorrow after school at the big ass tree by the library. I promise I'm not going to kidnap and go Jeffrey Domer on you, not my thing.

Me:
Yeah I guess you're right. It's not everyday you have the ability to talk to someone as wonderful as I am. That was super conceded it was a joke I swear. Big ass tree by the library tomorrow, sounds like a plan. See you then... Domer.

It's Wednesday. Wednesday comes after Tuesday. Yesterday was Tuesday. Yesterday Anonymous and I confirmed where and when we were meeting. I'm freaking out.

Do I do my makeup today? Actually brush my hair? Wear something other than one of Luke's many sweatshirts I've stolen? Or do I look how I normally would and not give a shit. He should like me for me, right? Isn't that what all the sappy romance novels say? Why am I even stressing out about this we're just friends, if you could even call us that.

I stared at myself in the mirror for a long time contemplating what I should do regarding my appearance. So long in fact that I didn't even have time to put any effort in if I wanted to because I had to pick Luke up. So, looks like today was not going to be the day Charlie Meyers didn't look like she just crawled out of a hole.

Although I did spice up my outfit a bit, instead of pairing one of Luke's sweatshirts with my jeans and Vans I wore one of Calum's that he claimed was too small on him. Perfect, I looked like a teenage boy as per usual.

Luke skipped out of his house just as I texted him that I was outside. When he got in my car something was different, he actually looked like he tried today. Now here's the thing with my best friend; I'll admit it, Luke is incredibly good looking. Even when he doesn't try and just rolls out of bed and into my car. But he's somehow even more attractive when he decides to put a bit of effort in. Like today.

"You look nice," I complimented, flipping a U-turn as I've done countless times to exit the neighborhood.

"Thanks!" He smiled as he ran a hand through his done hair.

I noticed Luke was wearing his all time favorite pair of jeans with holes in both knees. His hair which usually flopped down to his forehead was pushed up, although unfortunately not into the quiff. He normally smells pretty good but the scent of Old Spice lingered around a bit longer than normal.

"You look nice too," Luke said, causing me to laugh.

"Think so?"

"Mhhmh," he hummed.

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I don't think school has ever gone by slower. The classes felt less like fifty minutes and more like fifty hours. Maybe it was just my nerves talking but I couldn't even get out a single sentence without stuttering at some point. I wish I took number of how many times Hannah told me to calm down.

"Charlie just relax," she told me as we walked down the hall. "Just pretend you're talking to Luke or someone."

"If I pretend I'm talking to Luke I'm going to accidentally insult them," I sighed, hugging my books closer to my chest.

Hannah rolled her eyes, "you know what I mean. Listen you're going to be fine! I bet you two will get along great, and you better text me the second this little meet and greet ends to tell me who Romeo is."

"I will."

"You know what would be funny? If you knew them already. Like what if it was Ash," the brunette laughed.