Mrs All American - luke

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L U K E

A week later, my dad calls just like I told him to and in three days, he's supposed to come over. I deeply regret talking to him again, because I'm just not ready to face him again. Not only that, but I have a bad feeling about this. I'm not expecting anything, but it just doesn't feel right. I feel like he's just going to let me down like he did so long ago. I expect the worst out of almost everyone, especially someone like him, and I don't want to end up disappointed again.

It's like he's not even my dad anymore and it feels weird to call him that. He just doesn't feel like family to me anymore.

I know why I did this. I know why I said yes in the first place. I said I'd meet him because of Sam. She makes me want to be better, not just for her, but for everyone else and myself, and she makes me feel like it's okay to feel things. This still isn't right, though. I can't do this by myself. I want Sam with me.

My hands are shaking as I reach for my phone and call Sam. It's probably not a good idea to call, she might be in class, but I can't stop myself from calling.

"Hello?" She answers on the third ring.

"Hi, Sam," I say quietly as I curl up into a ball on the couch. I really hope she's not busy because I really want her to be with me right now.

"Babe, what's wrong?" I like that she already knows something is wrong.

"I just - can you come over? I just wanna be with you right now."

She sighs. "I would, but I have class."

I groan and sit up, kicking my feet up on the table across the couch. "Be a bad girl for me and skip class, baby."

"Luke," Sam gasps again. "Don't talk like that, I don't need to be distracted in class."

"Are you getting dirty thoughts about me, Sam?" I laugh as I slouch.

Sam giggles and the sound makes me through my head back. "Oh, yes," she breathes. "I'll be in class, thinking about your huge," my eyes widen and my hand wanders down to the front of my jeans, "big.. Smile!" She laughs.

Well, this didn't go like I thought it would. "You're awful." (a/n: luke ya nasty)

Sam laughs again and even though she can't see me, I shake my head. "I have to go now. I'll see you soon."

"Bye, Sam."

"Bye, baby," she giggles again and I'm suddenly very tempted to go to wherever she is and do things to her. I don't know I love it so much when she calls me something like that. I just like the way it sounds when she says it.

"Luke, are you okay?" Michael suddenly asks, making me jump and drop my phone.

"Um, yes, why?" I ask him as I stare up at him. He sits next to me on the couch, eyes wandering around my face.

"You just look... flustered," he laughs and I look away awkwardly, grabbing a cushion so that I can place it on my lap.

"I'm okay," I tell him. After a few moments of awkward silence, I look at Michael, who seems to be playing a game on his phone. "I've been talking to my dad."

He sets his phone down right away and slowly turns to look at me with worried eyes. I hate when he looks at me like that. "Really? About what?"

I shrug. We haven't been really talking about anything, mostly just discussing about when we'd meet. "Nothing, really. He wants to see me. He's coming here in three days."

Michael still looks worried and I'm trying not to get annoyed. I know he's worried for me, he's not worried about this whole situation, and that he's just looking out for me, but I can take care of myself. I can handle this. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"