Screw Up//l.h

ii.

fleur came to school the next day. luke waited anxiously for her to arrive, but he could never confess it. he feared she would laugh in his face and never speak to him again. humiliation. this was luke's biggest fear of all, humiliation and above all, never finding love. he found this, though, with fleur. how he loved her beautiful, green eyes. the way her smile glimmered in the wildfire rays of the sunshine. the way her flawless, light brown hair had waves as beautiful as the ocean. luke liked everything. the way she scrunched up her nose when you touched it. how she loved forehead kisses and when you held her hand. how she loved leaning into his shoulder and tracing over the pen tattoos on his arms. how she loved playing with his long, slender fingers. intertwining them with hers, twisting them together, all of it. luke loved all of it. and he loved the same about luke. how he constantly stared at her with adoration in his eyes. how he thought he was being sly. how he displayed such a 'bad boy' persona. his pen tattoos, to which fleur sometimes added to and every now and then, luke would draw some on her arms as well. the cigarettes that he always tried to smoke, but fleur ended up putting out before he brought them to his lips. his lip piercing that she loved to pieces. the way he tried so hard to keep his hair in a lovely updo when he knew it would fall down, flat over his face anyway. fleur loved it all. she would never tell luke, however. and luke would never tell fleur. both were afraid of ruining what they had treasured most, their friendship.