loser //l.h.

9: Crying

Luke POV:

She smelled like smoke but I tried to ignore it. I was asking  about her day and she happily replied.

"Yes it wasn't too bad. First period I had uhhh.. can't remember. But I got an eighty nine on my history test. And, I made friends with a few people and.."

I listened to her excited voice and couldn't contain my happiness. It was weird. Her good mood was contagious.

It was unlike her to see her...happy. She never showed a lot of emotions, it was quite frustrating.

But somehow I was addicted to her. I couldn't explain it, something like this has never happened to me before. I wanted to see her all the time but I know that she would call me crazy and shake her head.  Every night for over two months I'd lay in my bed, dialing her number and in the end locking my phone and throwing it across the room. It would land on the dark carpet and I always hoped that somehow the phone would call her on accident. It never did.

I had less than a week with her now and my mind was screaming curses at my heart.

"...helped me with the stuff I missed and it's not even that much. And how was your day?" She looked at me smiling.

"Uh..we did an interview for Teen Vogue and they had chocolate muffins. Oh my.. they were so good. And we were at MSG just to get a feeling for the stage there and stuff again. But today was pretty chill."

Something I couldn't say a lot because most of the time we were really busy and I liked the three months we had in New York. It was nice to sleep in a proper bed.

"Can we go to yours? All the boys are at the flat right now."

She nodded:"Yeah. My parents are working. By the way, are you sure the boys don't know anything?"

We tried to keep it a secret that we're still seeing each other. The boys would bite my head off and if paparazzis would catch us , I'd be in prison, for sure. Not only that she was underaged but I had a reputation too.

"Yes , they didn't ask about you for a month now. I think they trust me with that", I answered. I felt kinda bad because I betrayed my best friends. But it was Ever. Always Ever. Beautiful,pale, funny, quite, smoking hot Ever.

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We sat on her bed and stared at each other.

"You know, we only have one week left", I awkwardly started.

"I'm not giving you a blow job because you'll leave", she said dryly.

I started laughing:"No, I don't mean it that way. It's just ...I won't see you for a while." She nodded and looked down at our intertwined hands, a sad smile on her face. She was a mystery to me. Always been. I could never sense what she was thinking.

"How long will you be away?", she asked quite.

I guessed:"Maybe a month or two. It's just a little American tour."

She looked me in the eyes and said:" You know, we could be together for that time."

I raised one brow:"How?"

"I don't need school, I really don't. And I know that you'll play in the town I lived my whole life. I could see my... friends again."

She struggled with the last part and nearly whispered the last words.

I shook my head:"No you can't drop out. We won't have that topic again. You're sixteen, you may only be in junior year, ...I don't even really know and you need to graduate."