L U K E
I'm looking at her as she digs through her closet to find a book she's been looking for for the past five minutes. I'm currently in Sam's room, sitting on her bed. There's a shelf in her closet, possibly containing over fifty books that are threatening to fall over at any second.
"Why exactly do you want me to read this book so bad?" I ask her as she keeps looking for the said book. "Why don't you just tell me about it?"
"Because," she grunts as she tries to reach for something, "it's not the same thing. If I just tell you about it, then you won't understand why I love it so much," she says and jumps a little. "Okay, I found it."
She hands me the book. It's obviously been through a lot. The corners of it are folded, ripped a little, the spine is beginning to crack here and there. I turn it in my hands and read the title out loud, "The Fault in Our Stars. John Green."
Ugh. I've heard so much about this book, it's all over the damn internet and I'm kind of sick of it. I met a fan once who told me I should read it but I never got around to it.
"Why am I not surprised that this is your favorite book?" I tease her and she rolls her eyes at me.
"Don't make fun of me, just read it," she orders and I nod. "Luke, can I ask you something?"
Oh God, here she goes with her damn questions. "Sure."
"Can you tell me about your band?" She asks, a small smile spreads across her lips.
"You know about that?" I ask her and then feel stupid. Of course she does.
"Oh, come on, I don't live under a rock," she says, grinning at me.
I laugh and lay back on the mattress. She sits next to me, her knee resting against my side. "Well, we call ourselves 5SOS, I sing and play guitar. Michael plays guitar and he sings, too. Calum is the bassist and sings as well. Ashton plays the drums, he sings every now and then. And well, that's basically it. We're writing right now, but we're kind of taking a break as well."
"You should sing for me," she tells me and pokes my arm.
I shake my head, laughing. "No, that's so awkward. I don't even have a guitar," I tell her and she sticks her tongue out at me. "Tell you what, when I'm done with your book, then maybe."
When I say maybe, I usually mean no.
I'm not going to lie, the idea of me singing to her sounds a bit cliche and weird even though it's no different than what I do on stage, but I couldn't look Sam in the eye and sing her one of our songs because in reality, I would never say those things out loud. I know it might make me sound like a bit of an asshole, but it's the truth.
Sam lays next to me and looks up at the ceiling. "You know, this is good," she says and I look at her from the corner of my eye. "You've been here for, like, two hours and you've managed to be nice to me."
I laugh and say, "I can be nice. I'm only mean to you because you can be so damn annoying," she slaps my arm and I laugh again. "No, seriously. I think once you get to know me, I can be an okay guy," I'm not sure if I mean it. I've never really let anyone get to know me too well besides the boys. It's not because I have major trust issues, I just choose to be that way. And with Sam, I feel like I'm breaking all my rules.
"Hey, Luke?" She asks as she turns and leans on her elbow. I mimic her action and look at her. "Don't get mad, but... Why wouldn't you tell me about your parents?"
Just when I start to think that I may have a peaceful night with this girl, she pulls this. "Sam, I'm going to answer this honestly," I tell her and she nods. "I'll tell you this, my dad is a piece of shit and I love my mum, I mean, who doesn't? I don't talk about about her to just anyone. For me to tell someone about my mum, that person has to be... I don't know, special. And you're not special enough."
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