Mrs All American - luke

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L U K E

Sue said I needed to stay and talk to Sam, but I refused. My stubbornness had gotten the best of me and now matter how much I did care about Sam, I did not want to see her.

Because I hate the way she's made me able to feel things. She's making me too many fucking things all at once and it's driving me crazy.

And maybe Sue was right, I should have stayed and talked to Sam. I shouldn't have left that airport and got on that plane, but I did.

I mean, I want to talk to Sam, so fucking bad, but I'm still so hurt that I refuse to own up to what happened. And I know that as soon as I look into those stupid green eyes, I will lose. I hate her.

I hate her, I hate her, I hate her.

I know what happened was my fault, I'm perfectly aware of that. I know that I want to stay and see Sam, but I just want to think. I need to think of how crazy this girl is making me and that no matter how mad she is at me right now, I still, for some fucking reason, keep thinking of the fact that I love her. Saying it and feeling it is so strange and I feel like I can't breathe.

Stop thinking about, Sam. All she does is drive you crazy.

I throw my head back against my seat and fight the urge to kick the seat in front of me, but I don't think the man in the suit sitting there would appreciate it much.

After the plane takes off, I take off my seat belt and rub at my eyes. I need something so that I can stop thinking. One of the flight attendants is going around asking the other passengers if they want anything to drink.

When she comes over to me, she smiles and says, "Would you like a drink, sweetie?"

Fuck off. "A glass of wine," I tell her.

"May I see-"

"Give me a fucking glass of wine. Now," I snap at her and she jumps back. She gives me a nod and then practically runs away to get my wine.

The man in front of me turns around and gives me a look and I furrow my eyebrows at him. He looks away with a roll of his eyes. Why is everyone on this goddamn plane trying to piss me off even more?

The flight attendant returns with my glass of wine and I hold my hand out, without even bothering to look at her. The glass is placed on my hand and then she leaves.

So I end up having five glasses of wine and I'm definitely a bit drunk, but not enough to feel sick. Just enough to get me to stop thinking about her. And when I step out of the airport after landing, calling a taxi, and grabbing my luggage, there's photographers outside.

Are you fucking kidding me? I just want to get into that taxi and get to my mum's house. Multiple cameras are going off and it's not helping my headache. There's people shouting my name and asking about the boys and asking me things I don't even know the answers to. I'm drunk, I don't understand anything.

I'm trying to make my way over to the taxi, but there's too many cameras in my face. Fuck this. I start shoving at the paps, making them stumble back as I tell them to get the fuck out of my way.

I manage to make it home without punching anyone, but when I step inside, the house is empty, besides Molly, who runs over to me when she sees me.

"Hey, Molly," I smile as I kneel down and pet her. "Awe, Molly, I missed you." She wags her tail and rests her head on my knee as I pet her head. "Molly, sit," I tell her and point to the couch. She does as I say and I head to the kitchen.

I look through the fridge, in hopes of finding a beer, but find nothing. When I look through the food pantry, I find a bottle of wine. I take it and go back into the living room, sitting down next to Molly.

"Molly, you're a girl, right?" I ask and turn to look at her. She just pants and stares back at me. "Well," I pause and take a swig from the bottle, "I know this girl and she drives me fucking nuts. I love her and shit, but this love thing is confusing... You know what I mean?" I look at my dog next to me and she just continues to pant. "Good talk," I say and then head into my room.

I haven't been here in two years, but everything's been untouched. It's just the way I left everything. Besides the bed because my mum can't stand it when I don't make my bed. I sit down on it and set the bottle of wine aside. I want to drink more, but I won't wanna make myself sick.

The front door opens and then shuts. My mum is home. "Mum," I call and leave my room.

"Luke?" She calls back and I run over to her so I can hug her. I've missed my mum so much and I miss her cooking and our talks and I even miss the way she still bosses me around the house.

"I'm sad, so I came home early," I tell her as I continue to hug her and she pats my back.

"Why are you sad, honey?" Mum asks and we head into the living room. We sit down together and I lean against her, my head on her shoulder.

"Because I met this girl, Sam, and I love her," I whine, I don't mean to, but it comes out that way. "I hate her too, though."

"You must really love her if you hate her," she laughs and I pout. "What happened though? Something must have happened, because you always run away from things."

I fight the the urge to roll my eyes, but I don't, because this is my mum. "Her and her ex boyfriend are friends, and I sort of punched him in the face. She got mad and left with him after I asked her not to. It hurt, bad."

"Luke, I taught you better than that," Mum scolds and slaps my hand. "Why did you hit him?"

"I know it's a dumb excuse, but he kissed her cheek and called her Sammy. I didn't like it," I tell her and she shakes her head. "I know, Mum, I'm an idiot."

She laughs a little. "You're not an idiot, but that was wrong, Luke," she tells me and I nod. "Tell me about Sam."

I don't wanna keep talking about Sam, because even just the sound of her name makes my stomach drop. But this is my mum, and we don't usually talk about these things. "She's beautiful and so goddamn annoying, Mum. That girl is driving me insane and when I'm around her, I feel like I can't breathe, but I don't even care because I can't get enough of her. I can't stay away from her."

I could probably go on, but I'm still mad at her.

"Is that weird?" I ask my mum when she stays silent and she takes my hand. I'm happy I decided to come home. I miss talking to my mum.

"No, it's not. Love is weird, darling," she laughs. "How long have you known this girl?"

"I don't know, a few months," I groan. All this talk about Sam and making my head dizzy. And I'm already dizzy from the alcohol. "She has me chasing after her, but I'm a sucker for anything she does."

"You have it bad," she laughs again and I throw my head back. "And I don't think you just love her."

"What? What do you mean?" My voice is shaking.

"I think you've fallen in love with Sam."

Shitshitshit.

I don't say anything, but every inch of me somewhat knows that my mum is right.

a/n: godDAMN IT LUKE STOP

comment mom if you love me

dedicated to zaynydays bc shes my new friend and because she said she ships me with luke and i love her ok