*Luke’s POV*
She seriously just kissed me and I kissed her back and now we’re just sitting her. I’m seriously panicing.
“I’m sorry, did I just make this awkward?” she said, pulling away from my touch.
“No, no! it’s fine… I just, I don’t know” I sighed, unable to think of what to say. “Yeah… I don’t know either” she said, watching the scenery in front of us, probably trying to avoid looking at me or speaking to me.
I honestly think my brain hates me. I want to kiss her back, I want it to be okay.
I just went for it; I gently grabbed her under the chin and turned her face into my lips, giving her a harder longer kiss than before. She put her arms on my shoulders, getting closer to me. We only stopped when we felt the heavy droplets of cold rain hit us.
We both pulled away and ran under a big park tree. I couldn’t help but laugh at the whole situation or the way we both ran like a three legged horse, giggling like children.
Little drops of rain could still get to us from between the leaves leaving both of our hair wet and making her mascara run almost perfectly down her face.
“Uh, you have… uh, you know” I said, gesturing under my eyes.
“Yeah, I know” she said as she laughed and tried to wring the water out of her long hair.
“It looks nice on you” I said in an artificially charming deep manish voice, causing Phoebe’s face to scrunch at me.
It got quiet for all of two seconds before she quickly asked me “Do you want to play in the rain?” almost like a child.
Of course I couldn’t say no.
The rain was hard and we were the only two left in the park and I knew we’d get so sick from it but I enjoyed every minute of it. I thought it would be cute if we danced, like ballroom danced, in the rain.
I grabbed her waist without asking, taking her hand in mine, stepping right and left. Of course she laughed at me and I laughed too because it really was stupid. I mustered enough courage to spin her out and then into me.
“How romantic” she joked as the back half of her body was pressed to the front of mine, my arm around her and her head on my chest. I spun her back out again and I swear she looked like a super metal gerbil queen; so cute and such a mess.
She let go of my hand and did the “Come her” finger to me so I leaned over, making our faces meet just maybe an inch or two apart.
Phoebe put her arms around my neck, getting even closer to me and said “it’s starting to get cold. Do you want to leave?”
“I don’t know, what do you want to do?” I asked, grabbing her waist, getting eeeven closer.
“Let’s get inside before we drown” she said kissing me on the cheek, causing me to get really red.
She let me go and I took her hand and quickly escorted her out of the park and back the way we had came from.
“Where’s your hotel?” I asked her as we neared mine. “It’s a few blocks away” she said.
I couldn’t have her walking by herself in the rain… and I wasn’t going to walk her to her place then walk alone mine mine…
“Do you want to come back to my room?” I asked bravely, not really thinking about how it sounded. “Lucas, I don’t want to have sex, this is the wrong kind of wet” she said in a completely serious tone.
“No! I mean we could watch a movie or something until it stops raining!” I almost yelled.
“Calm down! I was just joking” she said, gripping my hand tighter.
I didn’t even ask her if that meant yes or no, I just led her straight into the hotel and into my room.
*Phoebe’s POV*
He opened the door and a literal gust of cold hair strangled my body. He must of left the air conditioner on high before he left or something because it was freezing.
“shit” he said, and ran over to the thermostat to turn it off.
I guess I was shivering as I watched him because he looked at me and said “You don’t have any clothes do you?”
I just shook my head.
“Here, I’ll find you something” he laughed, pulling a suitcase out from the corner of the room and started to fumble through it.
“Luke, you don’t have to” I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t want wet sheets” he laughed and handed me a bundle of clothes.
I had no other choice really… I went to the bathroom to change and as I closed the door I caught sight of myself. I laughed at the mess of black that was under my eyes and the knotted condition of my hair.
I tried to quickly wash it off then get dressed. He had handed me this grey Nirvana sweatshirt and his fucking boxers. I CAN’T WEAR HIS DAMN BOXERS.
“Luke!” I called.
“Yeah?” he called back.
I walked out of the bathroom with just his sweatshirt on; thank god it was long enough to cover my butt and upper thighs.
“I can’t wear your boxers” I sighed.
He looked like a deer in headlights, eyes wide, quickly looking me up and down.
“uh, w-why?” he stammered.
“Well, you know… you put these on your parts” I said, blushing probably. I think he gained a bit of courage from my sudden shyness because he then confidently told me “Well, think about your other options.”
I did… I guess his naughty part holder would have to do.
I slipped them on in front of him, flashing my pink panties at him accidentally, making him quickly look away.
I walked over to his bed and got in, telling him sorry. I hadn’t even noticed he had already changed too.
He didn’t answer so I decided to move things along. “So what are we watching?” I asked him as he sat next to me.
“This really nice girl gave me that movie with that crazy Labouf guy called holes” he said, pulling the covers over us. It was getting a tad bit weird.
“I love that crazy Labouf guy, I’ve always had the hugest crush on him” I laughed, scooting a little bit away from him so that we were no longer touching.
“I guess I choose the wrong movie then” he mumbled, to himself probably.
I glanced over at him to say something witty back but I caught a glimpse of his hair and I couldn’t even think. “Oh my god!” I squealed.
“What!?” Luke shouted, sounding as though he was being murdered.
“Your hair” I whispered, making him reach up to his now unquiffed wavy locks. “Shit” he grumbled.
“It’s so cute, leave it like that forever” I sighed as I stared at it, fighting the urge to touch his hair. “Noooo, it’s so dorky” he whined and pulled the cover over his head.
I pulled my side of the sheet up to find him. He had his eyes instantly on me. I gave him a small smile and he sent me an overly dramatic sad face. God, this was so cute, I’m gagging.
We stared at each other until I finally decided to quickly kiss his cheek and surface back up above the cover. Luke also brought his head up and leaned his huge head onto my shoulder. It didn’t feel weird. Why was this not weird?
Holes had just began and as we watched I couldn’t even enjoy it; I was so stuck on the thought that this was so crazy but his light cologned sent kept pulling me in and out of focus and I let him keep his head on me until the movie ended and I’d never felt so safe.
