wow was the first thing that plopped out of Luke's mouth. He looks like a kid in the candy shop. He close the door behind him and look around the living room.
"Maybe I have live on my own for way too long so that I forgot how girl organize things," he said still looking around.
"Thanks?" I was unsure if he's complimenting or not.
"I mean seriously. You have a bookcase that I bet has arranged alphabetically. You have clean table, clean floor, clean couch, no dirty laundry not even dirty dishes," he continued his admiration.
"It's not that impressive. Sydney has OCD so of course everything have to be perfect and I already known her for years so I'm okay with her fussing around about keeping everything clean and on place. Which actually a good thing cause I forgot where I put stuff all the time," I explained. He just mouthed the word o although I think he wasn't really listening cause his eyes were locked at the photo frames we had on our wall.
"And this?" he asked turning his face to look at me asking me for explanation.
"Photo frames," I answered lightly walking closer to the wall.
"Well duh," he said acting like a school brat. I bit back my laugh but scoffed escape my mouth. "what?" he asked acting to look annoyed.
"Nothing. You just sound funny," I said. He gave me a look then turn around once again. He walk closely to the wall and looking at the pictures one by one. "I'm a camera freak. I can't leave a day without my camera as you can see," I said standing next to him.
"I can definitely see that," he said still looking at the whole wall. "But why some of the frames don't have photos in it?" he asked facing me. He cocked his head to the side, he looks 12 but he give me a serious stare. He's so cute I wish I was at his height range. He's towering me I literally have to take two steps back to look at him properly.
"Hmm I don't know," I said groggily. I never thought of explaining this to anyone. I scratch the back of my head. "There's one side, that I left it like that because I'm waiting for the right moment to fill it with and the other side I don't really want it to be filled. Because if all of the frames were filled there's no more place for more memories. And I don't want that. I want to have memories even on my last day," I explained. I talk too fast when I finished I'm literally out of breath.
I stare at him waiting for his respond. He stare right back at me. He finally open his mouth and close it again. Impatient got to me. "What?" I snapped. He laugh and I frowned. He laughed at me twice today is he drunk?
"You said you want to have memories even on your last day. You wouldn't even gonna be alive to see it. The truth is, you won't know when you're going to die. Why wait when you can fill those frames with what matters now? Don't you scared you'll left some memories behind?" He said looking dead serious. And all I can do was stare at him with my mouth slightly hanging open. He was the first person to talk back at me like that. Usually people just smile and nod impressively. So I was taken back by his respond.
"I guess you have a point," I said looking at the photos. There's me and Syd at our graduation.
"I said some deep shit didn't I?" He chuckled finding himself funny. I just gaze at him.
"Yeah you did," I turn on my heels to the kitchen. "Do you want something to eat or drink?" I asked from behind the kitchen counter.
"Do you have coffee?" He asked.
"Yup," I grabbed a yellow spongebob mug and pour black coffee in it. "Milk? Sugar?" I asked. I should be a waitress or something.
"sugar please," he replied. I open the fridge then grab the milk.
"Could you grab the sugar at the top clipboard?" I asked. Because I don't think I could reach it without the help of the stool and I refuse to climb it when luke is here. It's embarrassing.
"Sure," he grab it easily. Then pour two spoonful of it to his coffee. I pour milk to my mug and took a sip. Luke look at me weirdly. "You drink milk? And it's not even warm milk," he asked like it was so weird to drink milk in the morning.
"It's healthy. Unlike you, I need those extra couple of inches," I replied. Seriously I look like I'm 12 and standing next to luke doesn't help.
"It's just weird. People usually drink coffee to make it through the day," he says while taking a sip from his coffee. It's true but I just don't like coffee.
"Not me," I shrugged. "Anyway, what do you do for a living?" I asked.
"I work for my dad. He has a music shop," he answered.
I nodded. That makes sense. "When did you moved to America?" I asked getting so nosy.
"The accent gave it away, doesn't it?" He chuckled. "I moved when I was 14," he continued.
"oh. Blondie— I mean michael too?" I asked. I should've just stop talking geez let the poor guy finish his coffee.
"No. He just moved here like a month ago," he took another sip of his coffee. "I notice you just move here too," he continued.
"To the building? Yes. Sorry we didn't brought you cookies we're pretty swamp here," I said pointing the boxes behind him with my chin.
"Right it's okay. I don't even know who lived here except Mrs. Dawson and you," he said. "Well, what do you do for a living?" he asked.
"I'm still a student, but sometimes I got job to take photos for blogs or magazines," I answered sipping on my cold milk.
"Oh, you're taking photography seriously," he mumbled, more to himself than to me actually.
"Pretty much, but I just doing it majorly for hobby, I mean I'm not going to pursue it as a career or anything," I explained it lightly. He suddenly look up and shot me with those blue sky eyes.
"Why not?" he asked in such a serious tone it makes me nervous. I shift uncomfortably on my stool just to escape his eyes.
"I don't know," I chuckled. "Maybe because it won't make a lot of money and if it doesn't make a lot of money it can't be considered as a job?" I continued feeling my chest hurting. I've had this kind of conversation before. And it didn't end well.
"Well isn't that bullshit," he said. I look up to him, I'm the one glaring at him now. "You should be able to choose whatever job you want," he continued.
"That's the dream isn't it? But I guess you can't always get what you want, Luke," I said taking the last drink of milk from my cup then put it on the dishwasher. I feel my lungs are giving up on me cause for a minute I feel no air in my body. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.
"You know what you need?" Luke said walking until he's next to me.
"Alcohol?" I asked looking up at him.
"Lots of alcohol," he said smiling and biting his lip ring. This guy will be my cause of death, aside from my moodswings.
