start over // lrh

six

Ever since that night Luke had hugged me, things had gotten alot better between us. It even surprised me. I surely didn't expect it from a person like him.

After Luke awkwardly pulled away that day, he asked me to watch that weird TV Show with him. Of course I agreed. It was okay for some time but then I both got bored and I started talking, he was annoyed at first but eventually gave up on trying to silence me.

It seemed like some of the underlying tensions between is had lifted and talking to him seemed alot easier right now.

I turned towards him and turned of the television.

"I don't like my hands", I said to him.

"Why, they look fine to me", he said nonchalantly.

"They're ugly"

"Nope"

"Yours are really really pretty Luke", I blurted out, taking his hand between mine and tracing them with my fingers. 

The lack of sleep was really making me do dumb things.

I stared at his left hand between mine. We were sitting face to face on the couch, his legs pulled up to his chest while mine were criss crossed.

"Surprisingly not hairy..." I exclaimed absent mindedly, making the corners of his lips curl.

It was then I noticed the messy black nail polish around his cuticles.

"I like your nails...", I said, scratching some of the nail polish on his thumbnail.

He shifted a little closer.

"Do you wanna paint them", Luke whispered, looking at me expectantly.

"What?", it was now that i met his gaze.

"I mean, If you want... I didn't mean-", he had started nervously blabbering starting to move away but I cut him off.

"Yes!", I exclaimed, smiling radiantly after I processed what he said.

"Okay"

After that we went to my room to paint his nails. I didn't know much about nail art but I loved nail art in general. Luke plopped down on the bed as I got my nail polishes from my drawers. I stared showing him each one by one.

He kept rejecting all of them.

The only time he nodded was when I showed him black nail polish. I told him it was basic, but he ignored my remark anyway.

I sat down on the bed infront of him, criss crossing my legs. He moved closer and placed is hand on my thigh so I could paint his nails. I did each of them carefully so I didn't mess anything up. When I was finished, I put white polka dots on his pointer finger and golden glitter on his ring finger. 

After that he hesitantly asked if he could do mine, I agreed.

At that he smiled the biggest I had seen him smile all day. He was messy and sloppy but I was too happy to care.

I was happy to see him happy.

We talked and talked then we both fell asleep on my bed, and somewhere between the night he rolled off the bed and ended up on the floor

a/n: horrible filler update after four months. i can't write and i want to die