Mrs All American - luke

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S A M

My day feels like it's never going to end.

I know it sounds extremely cliche, but India, Becca, and Dylan took me to the Statue of Liberty for my first time ever. I've been in New York since I was eighteen and not once did I ever go until today. Yes, I did go lingerie shopping and Dylan was there and it honestly wasn't awkward at all.

Whenever India and Becca would drag me to the fitting rooms, they'd tell him to go and flirt with one of the employees and he didn't complain about it. He didn't complain that most of our day consisted of going to every single lingerie store around.

What made it awkward for me, was the amount if compliments I received about my boobs all day. As soon as we found the "perfect bra and undies", I was dragged to the nearest public bathroom. India refused to drop me off back at the apartment without putting on my new "presents."

So here we are now, in a public bathroom in the mall. I'm not going to lie, I really do love the new bra and underwear. They're simple yet really cute and red, with a lace pattern.

"Luke is going to piss himself when he sees you in them," Becca says as I slide on my jeans again and roll my eyes. I guess it was a bad idea to wear a thin white sweater because now you can see the bra underneath. I zip my jacket up and exit the stall.

"I'm seriously buying you bibles for Christmas as payback for this," I tell them as we walk out of the bathroom. When I look outside, it's already dark.

We fast walk to Dylan's car and all jump in, Dylan reaching to turn on the heater. The car ride is loud, with the music blasting and everyone singing. They all make a few occasional jokes about Luke and I and of course my face turns bright red. If I could jump out of this car and know that I'm going to survive, I would jump out of this car right now. But I won't take any risks.

I know they're making jokes like these to make me nervous and because they know it makes me uncomfortable. I don't mind seeing as they're my best friends and what friends don't embarrass you, right?

My heart is beating a thousand miles an hour when we pull up to our building. Before I can shut the car door after I get off, Becca calls my name and I turn around. I raise an eyebrow at her.

"Use protection," she teases and I groan. "I'm just kidding! I love you, Sam! I hope your day was great."

"Love you, Sam!" Dylan says.

"Have fun, Sam Sam," India winks and I roll my eyes at her.

"I'm just gonna ignore your rude jokes and say thank you for today, I had a lot of fun, guys. Bye," I tell them and adjust my books against my chest.

My hands are shaking so bad, not just from the cold, but from nerves. I know I shouldn't be, but I am because it's Luke and it's my damn birthday.

So when I finally make it to the apartment and step inside, I shove my backpack and books in the coat closet, not even caring if they ripped or got damaged from the fall.

A trail of red and white rose petals with tea light candles on either side leads all the way through the house and to my room. My stomach stirs and my heart lurches. Oh my God, what is this?

"Luke?" I call. Is he already here and did he do this? I don't hear an answer so I follow the trail of petals, smiling as I do so. If Luke really did do this, then this is the cutest thing anyone's ever done for me.

When I make it to my room, the petals are scattered all around the floor and the tea light candles are arranged so they spell happy birthday. I feel my face get hot and smile like an idiot, my hands cupping the sides of my face. When I look up, there's Luke, sitting on the side of my bed and holding a dozen roses.