The Summer Before Senior Year

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Morgans P.O.V.

Night Walking; A way to tire me out, to help me fall asleep when I get back to my house.

My mind was a jumbled mess, my mind is always a jumbled mess. Perhaps it's the alcohol I've been inducing. I really need to stop those habits. What happened to the Morgan everyone loved, and was proud of. C'mon Morgan what are you doing to yourself, you'll never get into Burkly with this state of mind. I started quickening my pace, now running.

Night Running; A way of escaping my problems, as the music blasting through my earbuds caused the city ambience of Sydney to seem much quieter. My body began to feel clammy as I ran down the sidewalk at 11:26pm on this very hot spring night, mid June. Smoking tends to slow people down, and it's doing just that to me, I slowed down my pace once again panting and wiping the sweat from my forehead.I like being out at night because I feel like I'm left by myself and my thoughts, away from reality for once. I stopped my tracks to take a break, it felt like I've been running for ages when really it's been 10 minutes.

I remember last year when I was smart I could run a mile without any stops. Things change, I wish I was in shape again. I decided to start running again, suck it up and make your way back home Morgan. That's when I realized I had no idea where I was, too lost in my thoughts to even realize what street I came from. I groaned squinting to read the street signs starting to panic.

Debating on whether or not I should call my mom, she would be so mad I was out running by myself at the brink of midnight. I can just imagine her saying, "oh god forbid you get raped, or even end up like your sister!"

Instead of calling the worrywart I just deciding on being a smart ass and figuring things out on my own. Worst case scenario some perv will pull over thinking I'm a prostitute or hitchhiker.

"MORG! HEY!" I heard Luke's voice in the distance behind me, I furrowed my eyebrows and turned to see a wild Luke appear far off in the distance smiling like an idiot and walking towards me. I actually haven't seen Luke in two weeks and we were both busy so no date yet but we still text a lot and I guess you could say we are like best friends. This made my cheeks heat up and I grinned. I guess you could say I've grown to like him more and more every time I see him. Where the fuck did this chap come from? I chuckled quietly when he finally caught up to me.

"Hey what are you doing out here this late?" he said trying to even out his breath as his fingers caressed through is blonde hair just once. His jawline was looking rather sexy this evening along with his eyes that gave off a glow just like the blue sea reflects the intense sun rays at dawn.

"Clearing my mind ya know? I'm actually lost though, kind of forgot what street I came from." I giggled as I awkwardly itched the back of my neck as a wave of nerves took over me also known as butterflies that make my stomach turn whenever I see, think, or hear of Luke. "Wait were you following me?" I smirked making luke blush and instantly object "No,no,no, I was on my way home from Calum's and I happened to see you walking on my street." He laughed

"Really, which ones your house?" I smiled.

"Your standing right in front of it." He chuckled. I looked at the big house behind me, it seemed like it had like 3 floors and it was right by the water;beautiful.

"If you want you can come inside for awhile, no ones home." He suggested.

"Um yeah sure why not." I shrugged following behind him.

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"So anything to drink?" Luke asked placing his keys in a key bowl as I looked at the cool living room in front of me.

"Water would be great!"

I gleamed up at his tall figure as he smirked walking off into the nearby kitchen to fulfill my needs. I walked into the huge living room with a painting on each of the walls, one by my favorite, Vincent Van Gogh. The piece was called, "Starry Night over the Rhone"