2:43 | punk hemmings au

Dos

Let's start from the beginning sha'll we?

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July 12, 2013

As I wrote in my black leather journal I heard the soft strumming of an acoustic guitar emitting from my slightly opened window. It's the boy next door. His family moved in about 3 days ago. I didn't take much interest in the matter though.

But that melody was absuloutly enchanting. As he, whoever he may be began to hum a little tune. And oh did my heart melt. My curiosity grew, as this beautiful noise hit my ears. Obviously such a beautiful noise must come from a beautiful person, a beautiful soul. So naturally I opened my curtains too see this beautiful soul. He wasn't what I had expected but was nonetheless beautiful. His top half exposed bottom half covered by thin sweat pants, showing off only a few tattoos down his sculpted chest, and numerous others making an inked sleeve on both arms . A small silver ring on his bottom lip. He was beautiful in a sexy punk type of way, and oh did I like it. Mr.Mysterious looked up. I've been caught. I'm not ashamed though, because any sane person would have done as I am doing. I smile at him.

"No keep going. I liked it." I say to the handsome devil. He showed nearly no emotion or atleast he tried to, I saw the corner of his lips twitch. I was hoping he would smile at me but of course he didn't, trying to keep up with the scary facade.

"Well aren't you pretty. Tell me babe. Aren't you scared? Haven't you been told not to talk to scary strangers? You seem like the type to obey." He said now showing off a smirk that I didn't like too much.

"Well aren't you an ass. And no, why should I be scared? Sure your a jerk. But I doubt you'd do anything to me." I said now beginning to like the surprised look that took over his features.

"What makes you think that princess?"

"Easy. Because your scared of me. Your scared of the fact that I am not afraid of you."

"Alright love you win. Now, what's your name?" He asked with a content smile. Showing off a small dimple. That just perfectly clashed with his rough, grungy exterior.

"Luna Summers." I said smiling lightly.

"Hello Luna Summers. I'm Luke Hemmings and you have just become my favorite person in this boring ass town"

I laughed at his blunt attitude. I love his accent. Deffinatley Australian.

"First of all. You just moved here I doubt you know anyone here other than me. Second of all which part of Australia are you from?"

"First of all, you may be the first but I bet I could meet everyone here and you'd still be my favorite. And second I'm from Sydney." I blushed at his statement turning a slight shade of pink.

"Well Luke. Come on. If I get to be your favorite person then I believe you should get to see my favorite place." I say turning to walk away and stop to see him smiling at me.

"How exactly should I get there?"

"Just go out of your back door and I'll meet you there."

"Okay Luna love, no need to get bossy." I liked the way my name sounded on his lips. I liked his annoying little smirk and his perfect punk vibe.

This boy will be the death of me that is for sure. I walked down my stairs as quietly as possible hoping I wouldn't wake anyone. As I finally opened the back door I stepped into the thick summer air.

At my right was Luke waiting oh so patiently (not) and tapping his large feet at a steady pace on the concrete of his back steps. Neither homes had a gate so our back yards joined into one huge yard of grass and a dead, over grown tree in my yard. But right behind it was the little out house, shack type home, that was given too me as a birthday present when I was 14.

"C'mon Mr.Hemmings I'm waiting." I said drawing out the words in an exasperated tone and a small smirk on my lips.

"Alright babe I understand you can't wait to be next to me but you need to be patient." He states, his smirk over powering my own.

I rolled my eyes at him as I walked forward trusting that he was close behind. I heard his foot steps trying to catch up to my own. The task wasn't very hard since Luke's legs were a lot longer than my own. My eyes soon traveled up from his sweat pant clad legs to his beautiful chest which sadly was now covered by a black muscle shirt with skeleton hands on it.

As my eyes traveled to his I noticed just how bright blue they were. Shining even in the dark of the night. I noticed that those same eyes were assessing myself as I had just done him, but they always trailed back to my barely covered legs.

I was wearing my nirvana tee shirt and ity bity black cotton sleeping shorts. Showing a lot more leg than appropriate. I looked back at the beautiful boy.

"Enjoy the view love?" He smirked at me while asking the question. I brought my own arrogance with an answer.

"I've seen better, though I'm sure you haven't. By the look on your face I'd think I have the sexiest legs you've ever seen."

" nah not really babe. Just the shortest." He laughed when my arrogance turned to annoyance at his short joke. Just because he is easily around 6 foot and I'm 5'4 doesn't make me as short as he believes.

I turned around ready to go back into my house. Why should I even bother with this asshole. As soon as I began to regret the walk to the middle of our yards at 2:30am I felt his large hand cover my own dainty one. I whipped my head to look at the infuriating boy.

"I'm sorry. Really. Just please don't leave me?" He said in a questioning manner that nearly broke my heart. I nodded at him, not yet willing to talk.

"Please show me your place. I promise I'm not a waste of time." He smiled lightly. That same small smile that showed off a slight dimple that I have began to love.

"Sure. C'mon Lucas lets go" I smiled at him. His face showed relief as I began to drag him to the door of my little back house by his hand. The hand that I didn't want to let go of.

I unlocked the door and turned on the light switch which actually turned on the fairy lights all over the medium sized room. The 'house' was really like one huge bedroom that had a couple of beige couches, a small lilac love seat, a black desk with a mint green seat, posters of many bands and artists most of which I love more than anything, a mini fridge and a book shelf that was probably about as tall as Luke. This little house is my get away. I looked at my phone for the time. 2:43am. I looked at Luke- Lucas. Yeah, I like that. I looked at Lucas waiting for his reaction.

"Wow. And this is all yours?" He says waiting for my reply.

"Yep. All mine. You know your actually the first person too come in here by invitation." I say blushing at my stupid confession. But it was the truth. Something about him made me trust that I could confide in him.

"Oh really? To what do I owe the pleasure?" Sarcasm leaking out of his mouth. I could hear his curiosity behind the words though.

"Well Lucas. I do believe it was the dashing little smirks, or perhaps even the tattoos. You know, I do have a thing for bad boys." I say wiggling my eyebrows suggestively, barely keeping a straight face. That straight face lasted about 5 seconds before we both began to laugh our selves to death.

This was the beginning of the end for me. That night Lucas and I talked about anything and nothing. We cuddled on my couch that let out. He played with my hair. He toyed with my heart. But I wouldn't trade my beginning for the world. It most deffinatley was, the beginning of the end.