Mrs All American - luke

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S A M

I had completely forgotten about something that was somewhat important during the first weekend of December: my cousin's wedding. Which is in three days. She had been freaking out about it for the past five months and I was supposed to be a brides maids. Since she was obviously in California, everything I knew about it had been through text or video chat, and since the wedding was supposed to be back in Napa, I had to fly out of the city.

Dylan is coming over today since Luke has been too busy lately. He's been acting strange lately and gets anxious over nothing. He's jittery around me and can't sit still for more than two seconds. I guess he's just stressed and maybe tired, but I think it's more than that. I'm not going to ask him because I'd rather him just tell me himself.

And as for me, I'm a bit overwhelmed. I like him a lot. And it's strange to me that he sees me in that way too. I am not by any means special, and while Luke can have anyone he wants, he sure makes me feel like I'm everything he wants. I'm not saying I want him to leave because that's the last thing I want. What I want is so know where this is going or if it's going anywhere in the first place. Kissing and having sex does not equal a relationship, and they do not guarantee anything.

There's a knock on the door, snapping me out of my thoughts. It's Dylan, of course, and I let him in. I don't really know why I asked him to come over. India and Becca have been going out of town lately, something about a sick relative, and Luke's been too busy. I just want someone around and Dylan is nice to be around.

"It's so cold outside," he whines as he sits on the couch and I sit beside him. I know if Luke knew that Dylan was here now, it'd bother him. He honestly has nothing to worry about. Dylan has made his intentions pretty clear and wants to be friends again, which is harmless. I like having him around and Luke seems to go crazy over that.

"Hey, Dylan, I wanna ask you something," I say and turn off the tv. "Could you be able to fly out to California with me this weekend?" I know asking him is a little crazy and probably totally last minute, but no one else can go with me and I don't wanna go alone. "I know it's so last minute and that you probably have better things to do, but-"

"Sam?" He interrupts me and I blush. "I'll go if you stop talking, alright?" He laughs and I stick my tongue out at him. "Luke won't mind?" He asks me later when I grab my laptop from my room.

I shrug. "He shouldn't," I answer and then sigh as I look up tickets online. Knowing Luke and how bipolar he is, he probably won't like the idea of me flying across the country with my ex boyfriend.

"I'd feel bad if he were to get mad at you, though," he whines as I find tickets for Friday morning. "I don't want him to think I'm stealing you or something."

"Ugh, don't say it like that," I groan and he shrugs. "You're making it sound like he owns me or something."

That's when Dylan laughs and says, "That's funny because the night you came home from the hospital and we were talking, he was like, she's mine," he furrows his eyebrows and tries to mimic Luke's accent.

I rolls my eyes but laugh anyway. "Well, I'm not his, or anyone's for that matter."

"Right, cause you're a strong, independent woman who don't need-"

"Stop!" I groan and rub my face with the back of my hands, still laughing at his terrible pun.

"Okay, okay," he laughs as I look down at my laptop. "Seriously, though. We both know he won't be happy about me going with you to that wedding."

I shrug again, but don't say anything. So in the end we buy tickets to fly out of New York on Friday morning.

As much as I don't want to admit it, Dylan is probably right. Luke is not going to be happy about this.