End up here // lrh

1.2 - Throwing rocks at your window

Luke was now at the backside of Mary's house. He had had a trouble coming this far since he knew that Mary's parents were home and that they would see him immediately if they decided to look out the window.

So Luke had to crawl from the front steps all the way to the backyard (a guitar made that ten times harder), from where he could see Mary's window at the second floor. Here he was safe.

Mary was still on her bed. She had been laying there for two hours or so and she had no intention in getting up.

She didn't really have anything to do anyway, she had graduated from high school already and she was too lazy to get a job, or get into college (another reason to feel like a disappointment).

So she had made herself comfortable on her bed burying her face in her pillow.

It smelled and felt like Luke, warm and fluffy with a pinch of minty cologne.

Mary wondered if she would ever see Luke again, it all laid in Luke's hands.

Neither of them had each other's number but Luke knew where she lived.

So if Luke wanted to meet Mary again he could show up at her house, but Mary had no idea where Luke lived. She didn't even know his last name.

They actually knew nothing about each other, except their first name (unless Luke had heard her parents yelling her name through the door earlier that day).

But still, they felt as if they knew everything about each other.

Mary was scrolling through her tumblr dash when she heard a soft thump. She didn't knew where it came from. So she ignored the sound, and eventually it stopped.

But after a few moments it began again, the thumps a bit louder now so she could identify that the sound came from here window, as if something came in contact with it.

Thump thump thump.

She groaned before getting up from her bed and went to her window and pulled her black silky curtains to the sides.

Mary was right, there was something hitting her windows. It was a rock after a rock after a rock.

So she opened the window and looked down (almost getting hit by another rock) only to reveal Luke.

Was Luke actually there, throwing rocks at her window?

To answer that; yes, yes he was.

When Luke saw Mary peeking out from her window Luke started singing.

He had written a few lines on a bench on his way to Mary. He hadn't really known if he should have returned or not, so he had sat down on the bench to calm down his thoughts and to breathe in, breathe out.

And whilst he sat there he thought about Mary.

And he thought about the night they had spent together.

And about how he didn't really want to say goodbye to her, ever.

So he wrote down his thoughts on a paper he found in his back pocket, and a few tunes leaving his guitar by Luke's skilled fingers.

''You were mine for a night.'' Luke began to start singing, serenading Mary, from his place in the backyard.

''I was out of my mind.'' His fingers finding the right chords with ease, whilst singing.

''You were mine for a night.'' Luke continued to sing the few lines he had written down.

Mary was chocked, nobody had ever done anything like this for her. It was always a hi-fuck-bye with most guys.

''I don't know how to say goodbye.'' Luke finished off his singing, the goodbye leaving his mouth almost as a whisper.

Luke took off the guitar and placed it on the soft grass.

Mary felt stuck to the floor, not being able to move.

She wanted to reach out for him, to tell him all the words he deserved to hear after what he had done for her.

But she couldn't move.

And the suspense was killing Luke, was it too much?

He had only known her for a day, oh god, he probably had embarrassed himself.

Luke felt his hands starting to sweat, his heart thumping at a faster rate.

Oh god, fucking shit.

Mary still hadn't said anything but then she held up her index finger and mouthed ''one minute''.

She sprinted down the stairs, not caring enough to let her parents know that she went outside, and went out through the back door.

And there Luke was, now sitting at the grass with his legs crossed and leaning with his hands on the grass behind him, his guitar next to him.

Mary felt that words weren't needed instead she sat on the grass next to Luke.

''Was it too much?'' Luke asked with a murmur, a blush creeping its way into his cheeks.

Mary leaned forward against Luke and cupped his cheeks, ''No.'' she whispered against his lips before fully kissing him.

''You don't have to say goodbye,'' Mary murmured, slightly breaking the kiss, ''Just goodnight,'' Mary kissed Luke again, ''I'm here to stay.''

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I'm getting feels whilst writing this, someone please make me stop.

I want a Luke, where can I buy one?.