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It was the first time Luke had been out of Australia and it was almost time for him and his family to return home. His mother, Liz, had always had this obsession with shoes and she was very excited by the less expensive prices of the U.S. So it came as no surprise to Luke when Liz pulled him into a little shoe store whilst they were out on a 'mother/son date.'

"Mum," he had said, "please can we just go get ice cream? You promised!"

To which she replied with:

"Luke, honey, I'll just be a minute. We can get ice cream soon."

"That's what you said when we were going into that boutique this morning!"

Liz had sighed, biting the inside of her cheek, before looking up at her extremely tall son with a gleam in her eye.

"I'll let you get an extra scoop of ice cream if you come in," the woman said with a smirk.

The boy groaned, his mother never failed to bribe him. "Fine, mum, but you promise you'll be quick?"

"Yes, yes, of course, Luke! Five minutes max, I'm just having a look."

And that is how, and hour and a half later, Luke found himself playing with the kids toys in the corner of a shoe shop. It was when he was making Big Bird, Elmo and Gumby have a tea party that he came up with, what he decided, was a genius plan. His mates back home had told him to hook up with a chick or at least get her Snapchat before he returned home. Luke had roughly 37.5 hours to do so before he was out of the country. He hadn't yet achieved this, although he had been overseas for almost a month now. Luke never saw himself as good with the ladies. I mean sure, he knew he was attractive, he is just what is considered socially awkward. So, seeing as actually talking to an actual girl wasn’t going to work, he needed to devise a plan that included a little less socialization.

 Luke emptied out his pockets and placed them into a pile in front of him; his phone, wallet, a half empty gum packet, three Chupa-Chup sticks and the white stuff that gets stuck in your pockets when you leave a tissue in your jeans and they go through the wash. Staring at the pile of stuff in front of him, Luke tried to see how this was going to work. He pulled an empty gum wrapper from the packet and flattened it out. He then rummaged around looking for something to write with.

It was now that a girl who looked no older than Luke walked past. What was so special about this girl was not the fact that her hair was a strange shade of aquamarine, but the fact that she had a pen in her shirt pocket. He turned to Gumby.

"Should I do it, ask her?" Luke whispered at the bendy, green toy. Something about staring into its strange, red eyes gave Luke a burst of confidence. He stood up and walked towards the girl. I'm gonna do this, he thought. The closer Luke got, the clearer the realization of what he was doing became and the clearer the nametag of the girl became. It was when he could make out the word 'Grace' written on the little badge was when Luke decided he was too close.

And so he stopped. Luke stopped walking towards this Grace and when she said "Uh hello there what can I help you with today?" he stopped looking at her, he stopped thinking he even stopped breathing. It was like his body shut down. It took Luke a few moments to even register what Grace has said.

"Are you alright?" She asked, suddenly concerned at the pale shade of the strange boy's face. His mouth opened and closed like a fish a few times before a response came out.

"Hiiamsorryijustwaswonderingificouldborrowyourpenbecauseisawitinyourpocketthatsonyourboobbutiwasntlookingatyourboobsoranythingijustreallyneedapen."

Grace was amazed at how the boy had managed to get so much out in a single breath. That must be a record, she thought before smiling. She plucked the pen out of her pocket and handed to the strange (and reasonably attractive) boy.

"Here you go. You're not from around here are you?"

Luke cleared his throat and looked down at his feet. "Uh, nah I'm not. Um I'm from Australia actually and uh yeah." He raised the pen up and gave a small nod. "Ta."

Grace gave the boy a look of confusion which he obviously didn't see as he seemed quite interested in the floor. She watched as he shuffled off over to the pile of toys and other junk, before giving a little laugh and returning to work.

Luke plopped himself onto the ground (not an easy thing to do when you're 6 foot something and wearing skinny jeans). Clicking the pen, he brought forward the small rectangle of paper and began to write:

Hello there. If you bought these shoes then congratulations, you have purchased a nice pair of shoes. Good job. No you don't win a prize, but, hey, here's my snapchat and that’s pretty much the same thing :-)

As soon as he began to write his name down, the pen stopped working.

"No, no, no! Shit balls fuck!" He muttered profanities whilst scribbling the pen on the back of his hand. "Dang flabbit!"

Remembering one of the many pointless facts that Ashton told him whilst drunk, he quickly grabbed a sandal from a shelf nearby, scribbled the pen on the rubber sole and quickly threw the shoe back into its box. He began writing again and, surprisingly, it worked.

'I should listen to him when he's drunk more often…'  Luke thought to himself.

"Luke!" He heard his name being called from across the store. "I'm ready to go now, let's go get that ice cream!"

Jumping to feet, Luke strode over to his mother. As they went out the door, he slipped the gum wrapper into a random shoe box, saying a little prayer before setting foot on the pavement.  

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hi all,

first of all i'd like to apologize for how freaking long this took for me to update like omg i'm so sorry.

secondly, i'd like to thank you all for adding this to your libraries, even though there wasn't anything but a description and a sentence.

thirdly, thanks to @horrible for the 'insparation' for the story (aka the one sentence.)

last of all, this is currently all i have actually written, so be ready for the next update to come in a month+. i'm super sorry, but it's getting towards the end of the school year for me and it's where it gets most serious and school is important and i have other commitments (which has been evedent bc you haven't even gotten a prologue until now) and yeah. but please keep it in your libraries and stay excited because i have plans for the story, just not time...

that turned out to be a lot longer than needed, but oh well. thanks guys xoxo

-hattie