My One Night Stand// l.h

Luke

With shaking hands I stare down at the unfamiliar background of the phone in my hands. It's Camilla's. She took my phone by accident. "Shit." Michael must have heard me because he looks up from the video game he's playing and actually pauses it to pay attention to me.

"What?" He questions confused.

"This isn't my phone." I say turning the rectangular object around and around in my hands. Michael snorts.

"Then whose phone is it?" He pauses and seems to be thinking on the question he's just asked. "The girl you had a one night stand with last night?" Michael says answering his own question. I don't nod. I don't say anything. All I'm thinking is, shit. Has she noticed yet? Did she think I waited too long to call my phone? No, wait. Wouldn't she have just called hers if she wanted it back? "Go through her phone." Michael says jumping up and coming towards me. I grip the sides tighter and and hold it against my chest away from him.

"What? No!" I cry out. Michael rolls his eyes at me.

"She might have nudes come on!" He says making a grab for the phone, but I shy away from him and move around the couch.

"No Michael." I insist, giving him a stern look. He scowls slightly.

"Come on you've already slept with her. Just let me see what she looks like. She's gotta have selfies or something." He doesn't move but I'm tensing up to run. It's not that I don't want to show him the girl I slept with, I feel like I shouldn't. She was rare. She was beautiful. Yeah I slept with her and hardly know a thing about her but I had fallen in love with everything about her. How sarcastic and up front she was and that cute little laugh. She was brave, daring and adventurous. Everything I've always wanted to be but nothing I could ever become.

"I'm not showing you her nudes. She doesn't even seem like the type to take them." I grumble pulling the phone up to look at it. Her lock screen is white with pink flowers and her home screen, with I could see because her phone didn't have a passcode, was of her and two other friends.

"Uh, she slept with a guy she didn't even know so I think she might be one to take nudes." Michael retorts. He doesn't come after me again though and instead flops back down on the couch and begins his game again. I stare at the phone, ignoring his comment.

"I'm going to call her. Well, me." I say suddenly. Michael glances up at me.

"To get your phone back?" He questions. I roll my eyes at him.

"No Michael, to order pizza." He grins.

"Make sure to ask for extra cheese." Sighing, Michael laughs and continues playing his game while I dial my phone number from her phone. Tapping my foot nervously I shift my weight back and forth and cross my arm under the one holding the phone to my ear.

"One night stand boy?" Camilla coo's. I sigh and roll my eyes.

"Luke." I correct patiently. Michael has paused the game again and is biting his lip, fighting back a smirk as he looks up at me. He gives me a thumbs up sign and I roll my eyes at him.

"Luke." She repeats. I'm speechless. For more than one reason. 1. Last night when she said my name I swear I heard Angels singing. 2. She has this weird affect on me that causes me to become speechless. I hope she can't tell. "You have my phone." I find my voice.

"You have mine." I fire back. She snorts. Even that sounds adorable.

"Well why was your phone on my dresser?" I was trying to come up with something witty to say but Michael was mouthing something to me and making some obscene gesture. I'm distracted long enough for her to speak again. "Where are you?" She demands.

"Back at my apartment." Michael frowns and rolls his eyes before shaking his head. Okay, it's Michael's apartment but I wasn't going to tell her I was living, mooching is what Michael calls it, off of my best friend.

"Okay, well where do you live?" She questions. I've thought of something clever to say. I'm going to repeat to her exactly what she said to me when I asked where she worked.

"Come on now, I can't tell you that can I? You might stalk me." She laughs. She actually laughs. I can't help but smile.

"What's going on?" Michael hisses stepping closer. I push him back and hope she didn't hear that. I don't think she does.

"Touché Luke Baby. There's a coffee shop on 5th and Maple can you be there in thirty minutes?" The way she says Luke Baby makes me feel weak. I open my mouth to answer but she doesn't let me speak. "Okay, cool. See you then One Night Stand Boy." I'm about to correct her or say goodbye but she hangs up. I shut my mouth and pull the phone down before glancing at the screen. Yup, she hung up on me.

"So, what? You gonna meet this chick and get your phone back?" Michael questions.

"Huh-uh." I reply moving off toward my room.

"What? That's it? You're not going to tell me what she looks like or her name, where you're meeting?" He questions. I shake my head no as I head back to my room. I need to shower and change. "Are you going to tell me anything?" He continues following me down the short hall. I pause at my doorway and face him.

"Nope." I reply shutting the door in his face.

"God Luke you're so annoying!" He shouts through the wood. I don't reply because he doesn't need an answer. Right now he's probably shaking his head at me before walking back to his video game. I hear his footsteps recede. There we go. I turn the phone around in my hand aimlessly. I can't believe I didn't notice it wasn't mine at first. Well, my mind was a pretty jumbled mess.

After she left I ran my hands through my blond hair over and over again and paced back and forth across her wood floors. I don't know how long I did that before I finally put on my shirt and when I did and found that my phone wasn't in my pocket I went on a little search for it before finding it under the bed. I should have remembered that mine was the one on the dresser. I have a vague recollection, now, of putting it there. Anyways, I found my phone I got some toast and I sort of just.. I sat there. Creepy I know, but I didn't want to leave without seeing her again. It was weird and stupid of me to think she might want to be with me even after she straight up called me a One Night Stand.

I couldn't focus though. I wasn't thinking straight. I couldn't stop thinking about her while I was probably the last thing on her mind at the moment. I was just going to leave my number on her nightstand but she might just see it, crumble it up and throw it away and I really really wanted her to call me. Being me though, I couldn't think of a single way to guarantee that I would get a call from her though or any confirmation that I might see her again. It's not like I could take something of hers hostage until she agreed to go out with me, I mean, that's a bit psycho.

So, frustrated and going out of my mind I stormed out of there, locked up, and hit the streets, kicking up gravel and loose stones as I went along. I probably looked a bit out of my mind but that's only because I felt like I was going out of my mind.

So when I get back to Michael's apartment and I check the time on my phone, only to realize it's not my phone but her phone I felt like all my prayers had been answered. I didn't even have to do anything. She had taken my phone. This was all too much for me to handle. Smiling softly I tugged off my shirt and jeans before grabbing fresh clothes from the closet and heading towards the bathroom.