(Luke's POV)
Annabelle was amazing company.
But I just had to ruin it by holding her hand.
I didn't regret a second of it though. The moment my hand touched hers, fire erupted under my skin, and I would do anything to get that feeling back.
I climbed up the stairs to the apartment that Michael said was his.
I knocked a few times and waited for him to answer. Wait, what if he was still out?
As if he read my thoughts, the door glided open and Michael gestured me to come in.
"How'd it go, lover boy?" Michael joked.
"It was great, we were under this super soft blanket, and we watched the Big Bang theory, and I almost held her hand but then she pulled away as soon as we touched and-" I rambled until Michael cut me off.
"Okay okay calm down, you sound like a twelve year old school girl."
"I'm actually thirteen, thank you," I countered.
"Whatever, either way you're a huge loser," he teased.
I flipped him off, crashing on his couch.
"Can I stay here tonight?" I asked, realizing what I came here for.
"Yeah, of course."
"Okay, thanks. I'm going to lunch with her tomorrow.." I said, red tinting my cheeks.
"You two would look cute together," mike smirked.
"No! I mean- I- she doesn't-" I stuttered out, blushing harder than ever. I took a deep breath and continued. "She doesn't like me like that. I told you, I couldn't even hold her hand without her pulling away."
"She's not good with people," he shrugged.
I let out a huge sigh. I wanted her to like me, I wanted to be her friend.
"I think I'm gonna sleep now."
"Goodnight, Luke."
"Goodnight, Mike."
And with that, he shut off the light, tossed me a pillow and blanket, and shuffled into his room.
It's almost like things went back to how they were in Sydney.
A/n: filler?
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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?"
