<< Enigma >> {Luke Hemmings fan fiction}

Chapter 18:

//LUKE'S POV://

"Luke!" Louise seemed to appear at my side as soon as I had one foot in the door. I jumped slightly, as I was lost deep in thought. A wide grin stretched across her face as she curled her slender fingers around my upper arm, and cocked her head outside. "Ready to go?"

"Go where?" She just let out a high pitched giggle at my confused state, before tuggging me out the door.

"We're going on a date today! Remember?" She stepped directly in front of me; staring deep into my eyes. I nodded quickly, slightly excited to go, for some odd reason.

"Of course I do, where are we going?" I stuffed my hands into my jacket pockets as we sauntered down the drive way. She tapped her chin a few times with her perfectly manicured nails, before her face lit up.

"Ooooo! I know! Lets go bowling!" She squealed in delight. I cringed inwardly at the sound that eminated from her, that could probably make dog's ears bleed. However, she didn't seem to notice as she began to drag me towards my car(Ik he doesn't have one, just humor me). She expertly lowered herself into the dusty black Jeep despite the death traps she was wearing. I quickly sorted through my brain to remember the location of the local bowling alley the boys and I used to visit too often, before letting the car hum to life, and continuing on down the street.

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"Are you sure you'll be able to, uhm, bowl in those?" I pointed down towards her high heels as we waited for the lane to reset. I don't now how, but she convinced the person who gave out the bowling shoes to let her wear her own - which stunned me immensly.

So here I am, in a pair of beat up, black and blue bowling shoes, while she's in steletto heels.

Completely normal.

"Of course, silly!" She giggled as she rubbed her hand through my hair; lighting a spark of rage within me. "I'll even go first to prove it," Without giving me the chance to reply, she whirled around and strut over to the ball dispencer (does anyone know what they are actually called? Idek o.O)

I know it's a childish move, but as soon as her back was turned, I poked out my tongue towards her before attempting to fix the mess she made of my hair. Without a mirror.

She strut up to the lane marked '6', before pausing for a few moments; standing perfectly still. Louise then quite abrubptly, sent the 12 pound ball screeching down the lane as if it were nothing. Before my mind could even compute with what was happening, the ball had sailed in a perfectly straight line down the middle, before crashing into every single pin; knocking them all down. My jaw went slack as she grinned, and plopped down mere centimetres away from me in the booth.

"How was that?" She bit her lip as she bat her thick eyelashes at me. I stiffened slightly.

Lip biting is a huge fucking turn on for me.

I felt very minimal attraction to Louise before this, but in this moment,

That bar rose a bit higher.

"That-um, that was g-great. Really great." I shifted uncomfortably as my jeans seemed to grow just a tad bit tighter. There was a satisfied glint in her eye, once I finally re-connected our eyes.

"Your turn..." She smirked as her fingertips brushed up my right arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in it's wake.

I robotically stood up, and shuffled over to grab a ball; my mind still a bit fuzzy. I shut my eyes for a brief moment to clear it, before I did a little skip, and released the ball down the alley.

A very feminine cheer sounded from behind me, as the ball struck all of the pins down, making me break out into a grin.

"Great job," She praised me as I walked back over to the beat-up blue booth. I blushed as I seated myself back down next to her. My eyes widdened as far as they would let me, as her hot breath fanned my ear, sending a shiver up my spine.