Mrs All American ❅ Luke Hemmings

Channels

Chapter 8 - Channels

"The thing is . . ." She trailed off, only increasing my curiosity.

"Spit it out!" I urged.

"Matt has a new girlfriend, it's the same girl he cheated on you with and, well, he's moved on entirely, Rose." Aria diverted her eyes from my mine.

I was expecting this, I just didn't expect it to happen so soon. If you're confused, I'll explain; Matt (or Matthew) was my boyfriend when I was living in New York. We were dating for a year, he said he loved me and I believed him. Apparently, he was lying, either that or he's using his 'girlfriend' as a rebound. I don't want any girl to get heartbroken but . . . I don't really want to think that the guy I was dating for a year and loved with all my heart, never really loved me back. He only said the words, he never felt the same emotion. Of course, since this is real life, I doubt she's a rebound; I doubt he's actually hurt after our breakup.

When I arrived in Sydney, I was still recovering from our breakup, though, I didn't show it. I think that is one of the reasons I kissed Michael, I needed a rebound, and maybe he did too? He could still be hung up on Alyssa, right? Wow, never thought I'd see the day where I wanted to be the rebound.

"Rose? Are you okay?" Ariana questioned, concernedly.

I nodded, a fake smile upon my lips. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired. Talk to you later, okay?" I lied, pretending to yawn and stretch

Ari furrowed her eyebrows, about to argue when I ended the call. Then, my phone started to buzz like mad. I just put it on silent and walked over to my window. Gods, it would be so much better if I could see the stars instead of another boy's window . . . Wait. What's that sound? Guitar strumming? Singing?

Quickly, I pushed my window open and there it was, singing coming from Luke's room. Even better: he didn't close his window. I listened carefully as he sang Please Don't Go by Mike Posner. That's when a realisation hit me like a ton of bricks. Nobody would just be randomly strumming a guitar whilst singing alone in their room, right? I mean, unless they're practicing but let's pretend he's not practicing for a moment.

Does that mean . . . Luke 'the-quiet-one' Hemmings has a YouTube channel?

I grinned widely before dashing to my laptop. If someone saw me, they would have thought I was crazy or something.

I went to the YouTube website, wondering what his channel could be called. Let's start simple. I searched 'Luke Hemmings' but he didn't pop up, sure, other results came up but my Luke didn't. Wait, did I just say my Luke? Actually I thought it but still, what? What is wrong with you, brain? I shook off my strange thoughts, trying to think of another channel name he could've had.

Hemmings . . . Hemming . . . Hemmo . . . Ugh, what would he use? I frowned, typing down my last thought. Hemmo. A few channels came up. But, only one specific little channel caught my eye.

Hemmo1996.

I smirked, that's definitely his channel, seeing as his picture was on the profile. I clicked it and was about to subscribe but, I stopped myself. What if he knows it's me? What if he thinks I'm a crazy stalker girl? He can't know it's me, right? I mean, Redpenguin96 doesn't give away much, does it? Pfft, sure it doesn't. Only Ashton, Aria, Jack and my mom would know it's me because they know me better.

And so, that's how I tapped the little red 'Subscribe' button.

I've watched only two of his videos by now but, oh. My. Gosh. Is he Apollo in disguise or what? I could honestly listen to him sing all day and- cheese. I'm going fangirl. No, Rose, stay calm. Don't hyperventilate, don't panic, don't obsess.