tattoos || luke af

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uncapitalized bc lazy.

"he's so handsome," aubree sighed, resting her chin in the palm of her hand.

"yeah, sure, whatever," michael, her best friend, scoffed. "you don't see him after p.e., he smells like salami."

aubree turned away from luke, turning back to michael with a knowing gleam in her eyes. "i like salami."

"you absolute freak!" michael laughed loudly, and out of the corner of her eye, aubree saw luke's head turn towards them.

"michael!" she slapped his arm, "michael! he's looking!" she continued to hit his arm, excited noises leaving her mouth. "he's looking at us!"

michael laughed even louder, capturing her hand as it was about to hit her again and interlacing their fingers. "maybe because you're a freak?"

aubree frowned, looking at hers and michael's interlocked hands. 

"a cute freak, though," he reassured his friend, "make all the male freaks go ooooh."

aubree laughed, looking over at luke just as he looked over at them. 

"he's looking," she squealed, ignoring michael's laugh again. "he's still looking! michael!"

"you need to calm down, aud," michael squeezed her hand, "you're gonna get over excited and piss yourself."

"he's walking over!" aubree all but screamed. "i've gotta go! i can't stay here and speak to him! i've gotta-"

aubree stood adruptly, but his her knee on the table, causing her to let out a surprised squeal. she flopped back down into her seat, a whimper leaving her lips as she rubbed her knee.

"are you okay?" michael raised his eyebrows.

"yes, michael, i'm fine," aubree sighed. "i'm such an idiot.. i bet he saw that, and now he's gonna think i'm a fucking dickhead, and he's never-"

"aubree!" michael threw his hand over her mouth, "shut up, he's three steps away."

"three?!" she shouted, just as luke sat down beside her.

"three what?" he questioned, and aubree's heart stopped at the sound of his voice so close to her ears.

"three references to nirvana," she quickly spoke, "in adam's song by blink-182."

"you like blink-182?" luke questioned. "and nirvana?" 

aubree nodded quckly, shoving a grape from her tray into michael's mouth when he opened his mouth to out that she was actually a bigger fan of one direction than anything else, and he was the one who mentioned the references.

"oh, cool," luke nodded too, "what are the references?"

"i, uh," aubree's eyes met luke's and she froze. "um, in come as you are, kurt sings take your time, hurry up, the choice is yours don't be late, and in adam's song the lyrics go i took my time, i hurried up, the choice was mine i didn't think enough. they're all in the same verse, but it's three references, so," she stopped talking, taking a deep breath.

"oh," luke pursed his lips. "that's pretty cool, yeah?"

"yeah," aubree let out a low breath, trying not to focus on how her hands were shaking. 

"i'm gonna go, i have to talk to Sayers about our psycology homework," michael excused himself, standing up and nodding to the exit of the lunch room. "later, audrey. luke."

luke turned his back on aubree for a few short seconds to high-five michael as he walked past, before turning back to aubree. 

"you guys were laughing really loud earlier," he raised an eyebrow. "and you kept looking over at me. do i have something on my face?"

"just a cute piercing," aubree spoke, slapping a hand over her mouth in shock. "just a piercing. it's not cute. i'm cute, michael said so. he said i'm a cute freak, and i make all the male freaks go ooooh."

luke laughed at aubree, clearing his throat and tapping his fingers on the lunch table. "he called you audrey? i thought your name was aubree?"

"oh," aubree felt her cheeks go pink. "my name is aubree, i just really like audrey hepburn," she shrugged. "i guess its a nickname?"

"cool," luke looked up at the wall in the lunch room. "i should probably go back over to my friends," he nodded two other boys at the opposite end of the hall. "it was nice talking to you."

"wait!" aubree slapped her hand over his as soon as he tried to stand. luke looked down at her hand on his, and aubree's cheeks felt like they were on fire. "wait, i wanted to ask you, uh..."

"ask me what?" luke smiled warmly at aubree, and her cheeks became even hotter. 

"tothedanceattheendofthemonth," she spoke quickly, removing her hand from on top of his. "it'sladieschoiceandireallywantedtogowithyou."

"look, aubree," luke moved closer to aubree, a small smile on his lips. "that was really sweet of you, but i don't know.. you're just not my type."

"what?"

"i mean, your personality is great, but i'm just not that attracted to you physically."

aubree looked down at herself, pushing back the blonde hair that fell into her eyes.

she was fine in her eyes, she had very little acne, and sure she was a little chubby, but at least she wasn't a stick. they had to wear school uniform, so she knew it wasn't the way she dressed.

"what's wrong with me physically?" she questioned, looking back up at luke.

"nothing, you're gorgeous, aubree, you're just not my type," luke smiled sadly at her, shrugging.

"what's your type then?" she questioned. 

"pierced, dyed, and inked," luke shrugged, and aubree felt determination grow in her stomach.

"okay," she shrugged. "understandable, i am a little average."

"no, you're above average, aubree," luke spoke quickly, guilt on his features. "it's just-"

"yeah, it's whatever," aubree stood up, picking up her backpack and stepping away from luke. "i have books overdue in the library," she nodded once, before turning and walking away from luke, a smirk forming on her lips.

if pierced, dyed, and inked is what it took to get luke hemmings, then that's what she'd become. 

nodding to herself, aubree got out her phone, sticking to the shadows as she sent a quick text to michael, before locking it and putting it back in her blazer pocket.

to: mikey

dude, shopping trip after school. i need a makeover, now.

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idk if i should keep this going oops