*Phoebe’s POV*
I didn’t like this side of Luke, it was scary as shit, but I knew how to handle a rough guy; give him what he wants.
After I answered him, Luke’s face softened. “I’m sorry” he said, removing his body from mine.
I didn’t know what to say. “It’s oaky” I mustered up, even though it wasn’t.
“I get like that sometimes, I’m reeeaaalllyyyy sorry” he said, leaving the bathroom. I followed him out telling him its fine but he just shook his head.
“Luke, I don’t care about it, its fine” I said as I got into the untouched bed adjacent to Luke’s. “What are you doing?” he asked me.
“I’m staying” I said, covering myself up. “I’m such an asshole, seriously, you don’t have to, I’ll take you back” he said, getting even angrier at himself.
“No, you were right, it’s not safe… plus I’d miss you too much” I said with a laugh, trying to make him feel better. He gave me a small smile, but it definitely wasn’t genuine.
“Luke…” I nagged, knowing he was taking it too seriously. “No” he said, avoiding my eyes. “Come here” I said.
He obeyed and leaned his body toward me but didn’t get onto my bed. I grabbed the sides of his face and kissed his forehead. “It’s alright, shit happens” I said, knowing all too well what he was going through.
He sighed and lifted his head out of my grasp, then got on the bed and layed his head on my lap, having his legs and knees hang off the side of the bed.
“I can’t deal with you” he sighed, looking up at me.
Now was finally my chance to play with his hair. I grabbed his hair and my life flashed before my eyes and my fingers melted as I ran them up and down his scalp. He closed his eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh.
“With hair like this, you’ll never get rid of me” I said, making him giggle. “Is that so?” he asked, eyes still closed.
“Yep” I said.
It got quiet for a while and I thought he went to sleep. “Luke?” I asked.
“Yeah?” he said, opening his eyes. “What are we doing?” I thought aloud.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“I mean what is this? Are we friends or what? I just… I- I don’t want this to get awkward if I’m wrong about us” I blurted.
“What do you want us to be?” he said sitting up, facing me. “I don’t know… I like you” I said, making eye contact that he wouldn’t break.
“I like you too” he said shyly.
“Okay?” I laughed awkwardly. I just can’t deal with how far downhill this conversation went.
