We continued watching TBBT, because apparently it's one of his favorite shows as well.
It was currently 10:00PM and we were huddled on my couch under an amazingly soft blanket.
"How did you even know which apartment was mine?" I asked, after waiting 3 hours for him to explain.
"I- erm- I ran into Michael in the lobby and I- uh... Asked for your apartment number. I mean... I guess I've been wanting to talk to you for a while." He stuttered.
I nodded, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl resting in his lap.
A somewhat awkward silence fell as the show softly played in front of us. His large hand slid closer to my petite one and laced his fingers with my own.
His hands were soft, and his touch felt like flames burning my skin. A feeling I had never felt before.
I quickly ripped my hand out of his grasp and jumped to my feet.
"Um," I coughed.
Oh god I just made it worse didn't I?
"You should probably go, it's getting late and it's pretty dark out."
"What?" his eyes widened and his face was painted with a confused expression.
"I-I mean, you could stay at Michael's. You two seem pretty close," I rushed out, the awkwardness was unbearable.
"Yeah, can we do this again?" His eyes shone a dull blue from the reflection of the TV to the left of us and he nervously chewed on his lip ring.
"I.." I started.
I didn't want to get attached. Getting attached was dangerous. Every inch of me said no.
Still, I disobeyed my mind.
"Sure," I blurted, not realizing what I just committed to.
A huge smile found his face and you could see the relief wash over him.
"Awesome!" He praised.
His eyes got big after he realized what he just said.
He quickly recovered.
"I-I mean yeah, yeah cool. Ill probably be staying at Mike's, so maybe we can go get lunch at that café I saw you at the other day? And after we can do something?"
"Okay," I replied, offering a small smile.
"Thanks for tonight," he grinned, walking out the door and closing it softly behind him.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.
I didn't like making friends. I didn't want to hang out with people. Michael was my only close friend. He's been since we were younger.
I don't want to be Luke's friend.
And I didn't want to hang out again.
Yet I kept my word, and met up with him the next day.
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A/n- Luke made a move and Annabelle ruined it srsly. And Luke needs to stop being an awkward little shit.
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Stranger | l.h
Fanfiction"I'm not here to give sympathy, and I'm sure as hell not here to give advice." He paused briefly, swiping some fallen pieces of his blonde hair back into place. "Besides, who's better to tell your problems to than a stranger?"
