Luke looked over at me, popping a piece of popcorn in his mouth and then elbowing my shoulder lightly, grinning when I shot him a glare.
"Luke, stop, I'm trying to watch the movie." I whined, flicking his arm and trying to focus harder.
He groaned, leaning his head back, "Why? The movies aren't even like the book." Luke sighed, setting the popcorn bowl on the floor and pulling me into his side more.
I just ignored him, sighing as I tried to watch the movie that I insisted on watching since they were based on one of my favorite book series, Percy Jackson. Though, he was right, they didn't follow the book.
Luke began to accept the fact that I really was trying to watch it, and quietly twirled my hair between his fingers and hummed to himself.
After awhile, I really couldn't pay attention, because Luke was holding me against him and humming and playing with my hair, so I could barely keep my eyes open, because everything he was doing was making me tired.
The last thing that I remember seeing and hearing was the movies end credits, and Luke whispering my name, but I was too tired too respond and I ended up falling asleep before anything.
**
The next morning I woke exactly where I fell asleep, except Luke wasn't there.
I got up from the couch, adjusting the large shirt that Luke had given me the night before once we got settled to watch the movie. The faint humming that came from the kitchen made me smile to myself, and I walked into the kitchen quietly.
Lukes back was facing me, a gray shirt was covering his torso and it fit him nicely, I thought, as I sat up on the counter, not making a sound.
He turned around, looking up at me and jumping slightly, clutching a hand over his heart, "Jesus, don't do that," He mumbled, huffing at me.
I grinned, running a hand through my hair and softening my smile as he took a step toward me.
I took a second to look at him; to look at the boy that I met in a pet shop less than three months ago. His eyes were bright blue, but clear, sparkling as his hair wasn't styled, but wasn't flat, just messy and perfect at the same time. He bit down on his lip ring as he often did and took another step, standing between my knees and hesitantly resting his hands on my waist.
My breath hitched in my throat and I brought my hands up, cupping his cheeks.
The nervous feeling came back, and I felt like everything was closing in on me. But for some reason, I was okay with it.
When I felt Luke's nose gently press against mine, and when I heard him quietly whisper "boop" under his breath, inaudibly, I couldn't help but smile.
"Boop," I mumble, inching forward and pressing our lips together swiftly.
The feeling was new, something I hadn't felt before, with anyone. My eyes shut as I slowly moved my hands from his cheeks to the back of his neck, running my fingers over the short hairs there as we kissed. I didn't want it to stop; I wanted to kiss Luke like I couldn't breathe and his lips were the only thing that had enough oxygen to get me through.
After a few seconds, Luke pulled back, his eyes staying closed for a second before they fluttered open.
Luke was blushing, and I'm pretty sure I was too.
I looked at him, my lip caught between my teeth as I heard the familiar ring tone from my phone go off, which was by the couch. I cleared my throat as Luke stepped back quickly, running a hand through his hair and looking away from me.
