Chapter 3- Starbucks Date

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*Carly's POV*

I order a caramel macchiato and Luke orders a vanilla bean latte. We find a table and sit down.

"So Carly, I'm upset that you're moving because there's something that I keep holding in and I can't have you leave when I wanna say it." Luke sighs.

"What is it Lukey?" I ask softly.

"Nothing now. Don't worry about it." He brushes off.

"Okay." I shrug, not really expecting much.

Little did I know that what he wanted to say was the most important thing he's ever thought of.

We finished our drinks and left our 'Starbucks Date'. We got in my car and drove to the mall.

When we got to the mall, I ran to Victoria's Secret.

"Carly!!! Wait up jeez!!" Luke calls after me.

"Sorry Luke. I need more bras. Chill out." I say, giggling.

Luke blushed like crazy.

"Dude? Really? I did not need to know that." He rolls his eyes.

I roll mine back at his childish behavior.

"You're a loser." I smile.

"You're a jerk." He smirks.

I playfully smack his arm and walk into the store.

By the time I was finished, I got 4 new bras with matching underwear.

Luke was playing on his phone when I got to him.

"Ready?" I ask.

"Yup. Let's go to Journey's. I need new Vans." He suggests.

"Kk. I need new ones too." I say, following Luke to Journeys.

We get to Journeys and spend $80 bucks altogether in new shoes.

I got skinny black and white Vans while Luke got plain chunky black Vans.

We walk out of Journeys and head to Hollister.

I try on a pair of light colored jeans and ask Luke for his opinion.

"Whatcha think?" I ask, hopeful.

"Uh good." He blushes.

"You want me to turn around so you can see the back? I know ya want to." i tease.

He blushes harder.

So, I turn around.

When I look back, he's blushing like an idiot.

He enjoyed himself and the view.

"Luke, compose yourself man." I giggle.

"Sorry. Those jeans look really good on you." He softly says.

"Thanks." I laugh.

"What's so funny?" He asks, his head shooting up.

"Nothing Luke." I say, turning back to the dressing room.

I bought 2 pairs of jeans and 2 new sweaters.

Finally, we walk back out to my car and I drop Luke off at his house.

I didn't realize how late it was.

Oh crap.

The clock read: 6:38.

I'm a dead daughter.

13 missed calls.

20 unread texts.

Facial Expression: 😳

"Bye Luke. I'll see you at school tomorrow." I say, kissing his cheek.

"Bye Carles. See ya!! Don't get in to much trouble. Call me if you need me." He winks, walking into his house.

I nervously drive to my house hoping I don't get in a lot of trouble.

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