Mrs All American - luke

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"So you really have no idea where he is?" India asks as we walk home from the coffee shop.

Today the four of us, India, Becca, Dylan, and myself, decided to go out and get a cup of coffee together. I survived finals and was happy to finally get a break from school.

Luke somehow came up in our conversation. It wasn't awkward and I was glad.

Truth is, I'm not even mad at Luke anymore. Mainly because I just miss him so damn much. I haven't seen him since that night, which was over a week ago.

"I didn't say that, I just haven't seen him since that night," I tell her. Honestly, I'm not going to go look for him at his house or try and talk to him. No matter how much I want to.

"But do you miss him?" Becca asks me softly as we walk down the street and loops her arm around mine, leaning her head on my shoulder.

"Of course she does," Dylan laughs and pokes my side. I slap his hand away and stick my tongue out at him.

Of course I have missed Luke. I'd be lying if I said I didn't. And as angry as I was that night, that anger went away pretty quickly after I got home and Luke was no longer there. I wanted him to stay even though I hadn't. Dylan's been really nice about this whole thing, not really bothered by the fact that Luke punched him. He's not one to get angry often and when he does, he usually cools down pretty quickly.

I answer Becca's question as we near the apartment. "Yes," I whine and lean my head against hers. I want nothing more than to pick up my phone and call him, and I want to yell at him for not being around lately and I want to kiss his stupid face and I want him to wear that stupid grey beanie I got him for Christmas.

The necklace, which Luke gave me for my birthday, is nothing but a constant reminder of him. I can't bring myself to take it off, I haven't since the day he gave it to me.

"Hey, he'll come around," India assures me as we ride up the elevator.

"I hope so," I sigh and lean on the wall. I don't know when I'll see him again, but nothing having him around is making me sad and I don't like it.

When we enter the apartment, we all decide to watch a movie. Dylan and Becca settle onto the couch as India looks through our DVDs.

"I'm just gonna go put on jammies," I tell them and head for my room. When I enter my room, Luke is sitting on my bed. A rectangular box sits on his lap as we lock eyes.

Everything in me wants to run over to him and hug him and kiss him, but I'm supposed to be mad at him. "How the hell did you get in here?" I ask him and cross my arms over my chest.

"You left your door unlocked," he answers. Of course we left our door unlocked. When do we not?

The lump in my throat makes me feel like I can't breathe and I head over to my vanity, where Luke's Christmas present sits in a small bag. I dig out the beanie and spin around so that I can face him.

"I got you this stupid beanie for Christmas, you asshole," I huff and throw the small item at him. It hits him square in the chest and he looks down at his lap.

He lifts the lid off the box and takes out a striped sweater. He then stands. "Well, I got you this stupid striped sweater for Christmas, so here!" Luke scoffs and throws the sweater at me.

I catch it against my chest. "I don't want it," I snap and throw it back at him. It's actually a really cute sweater, but I'm not going to admit that.

"Okay, then I don't want this," he says and throws the beanie at me.

"Take the damn beanie, Luke!" I exclaim and throw it at him.