the science project || l.h.

[twenty two] - [i love you too, luke]

"So, why can't you get ready here?" Luke asks, filing through his closet. It's contents are fifty-percent black skinny jeans, forty-percent bands shirts, and ten-percent sweaters and converse. 

"Because, I don't have my makeup, or a dress, or shoes, or anything," I say, watching from the edge of his bed. I stretch and lie down on my back as he grabs a shirt, smells it, and throws it on the floor.

"Can't you wear something of mine? Like, a shirt and your jeans? And just take a shower and, like, braid your hair, or something. And then take it out. That's how girls do it, right?" He asks, deciding on his 'YOU COMPLETE MEss' shirt and throwing it on. I yawn and shrug.

"I could. But I'm too scared you'd try to join me in the shower or get my towel off while I'm changing," I tease. He turns to me, his cheeks red. I can tell that he wasn't originally thinking of that, but I see his eyes go a shade darker, telling me he is now.

"Then don't take a shower." He states, going into the bathroom and turning the light on. He says it in such a closed way that I can't argue. Apparently I haven't given him enough action if he'd just pounce on me like that. I sit up, watching him run his hands through his blonde hair and style it.

"Doesn't your mom have like a curling iron or something?" I ask. His eyes flick to me, his lips turned up in a smile. Probably because I'm actually giving in to staying and not leaving. 

"I'm sure. She's downstairs, if you want to go ask her," he says, his eyes going back to his hair. I nod, getting up and walking to the door. I trot down the stairs and find Liz at her desk in the kitchen, grading some math homework. She looks up at me and smiles.

"Hi, beautiful, what do you need?" She asks. "Is Luke being a little shit to you?" She adds. I shake my head quickly, laughing a little. This is why I love her.

"I wanted to ask if you have a curling iron I could use," I say. "Luke and I are going to a party and I don't really feel like running home," I explain. Liz smiles widely, getting visibly excited.

"Oh, of course, darling! Oh, can I do your hair? I never had someone to doll up, with three boys and no daughters," she says. It kind of makes me sad, but touched that she thinks of me as a daughter. I smile and nod. "Of course,"

She sets her pen and glasses down and I follow her to her bedroom and into her bathroom. It's really big and nice. She grabs a chair and has me sit before plugging in the curling iron. 

"While it's heating up, feel free to use any of my makeup. We might be the same shade, if you need any foundation or powder," she smiles. I nod and thank her graciously for her kindness. I don't think I've ever met someone quite as sweet as Liz Hemmings. Then again, I don't think I've ever met someone quite like Liz Hemmings in general.

I do end up putting some of her gold eye shadow on and a light layer of powder. I have some mascara in my bag once I'm back up in Luke's room. Liz tells me stories about Luke, stories that are either embarrassing or just adorable. Some are both.

She also tells me what Luke says to her about me. "He tells me about the smallest things that you do that he adores. And he tells me all about how he thinks you're so beautiful and how he wants you two to be together." She tells me. That causes butterflies to errupt in my stomach.

"He says that?" I ask. She nods and smiles, letting a freshly curled strand of my hair fall. "He loves you, Olivia. I think you should give him a chance," she tells me. I nod, thinking about it.

After my hair is done, I go back upstairs. Luke is done and on his phone. He looks up and me and his eyes widen for a second before he smiles warmly. 

"Wow, Olivia, you look gorgeous," he says. I smile and shrug, falling on the bed beside him. He wraps an arm around me, tossing his phone off to the side.

"You need a shirt of mine," he says. I yawn, nodding, remembering that I probably shouldn't go in the exact outfit I wore to school today.

I get up and go over to his closet, stepping over multiple piles of clothes in the process. I open the doors and file through the shirts. I stop at a Rolling Stones t-shirt and take it off the hanger.

"No, wait," Luke says. I look at him questioningly. "What?" I ask. 

He shrugs softly. "That's my favorite..." He says. I narrow my eyes at him. "You won't let me wear your favorite shirt?" I ask, a little upset. He looks down and shrugs. 

"I wanted to save letting a girl wear it for a special time." He says softly. I nod, coming to realization that this is just a random party and it would be cuter for another occasion. I put it back on the hanger and find a his Nirvana tank top.

"Can I wear this one?" I ask, showing him it. Luke smiles and nods. "I'd be sad if you didn't,"

I pull off my own shirt, tossing it over to my bag. Luke has seen my bra enough to not really care, though I feel his eyes burning into my back. I tug his tanktop over my head, not caring that it's so big and shows almost my whole side.

"Hey, Luke?" I say, looking over at him. He seems to have calmed down a little bit. He nods. "Yeah?"

I pause, trying to figure out how to word it. "Uhm... I think we should... Like, uhm... Try this whole, dating thing," I say, cheeks red as apples. His eyes widen and his lips grow into a huge grin. 

"Really?" He asks. I smile too, nodding. He gets up and wraps his arms around me, connecting our lips. I kiss back, hands cupping his cheeks.

"I..." He pauses, sighing. "I love you, Olivia. A lot. And I know I've said it before, but-"

I cut him off by kissing him again, making him immediately react to my lips and stop talking. I chuckle.

"I love you too, Luke," 

~~~

A/N:

I WAS GOING TO MAKE THEM GO TO THE PARTY AND THEN I WAS LIKE WOW THIS IS ALREADY HELLA LONG SO UIEGBRJ

NEXT CHAPTER

BUT THIS

THIS IS BIG

LIKE BIG

SHIT

FUCK

THEY'RE A THING

THEY ARE TOGETHER

sHE lOvES hIM

GOODBYE SORRY IF I KILLED ANYONE BECAUSE I SURELY KILLED MYSELF

oH AND I HAVE FALL BREAK SO I'LL BE UPDATING TUESDAY AND THURSDAY AS WELL 

BYE BABIES YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING OKAY I SWEAR TO GOD YOU'RE ALL BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE YOU TO FUCKING DEATH <3

-allie xx