*Luke's POV*
I'm waiting in Carly and my's treehouse that we built in 8th grade when I hear a loud engine stop.
Carly.
I can't believe she admitted that she loves me.
Ohmygod.
I have been waiting for that for 6 years.
She climbs up the treehouse.
"Hey Luke."
"Hey Carles."
"So...." She starts.
"So...." I say.
"I'm going to get straight through the point. We both love each other but it might ruin our friendship. What should we do?" She asks uncertainly.
"This." I say, pressing my lips to hers.
She immediately kisses back, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I pull away and begin to kiss her neck.
"L-Luke." She stutters.
She begins nibbling my neck while I try and tug at her shirt.
"I'm not ready." She whispers.
I'm disappointed but I understand. She's my best friend. I have to understand.
We pull away from our kiss and stare at each other like we've just seen a ghost.
"That was."
"Amazing."
I run my fingers through my blonde quiff, blushing.
"Luke, you need to learn to stop blushing at me. I love you too but you gotta stop." Carly giggles.
"Sorry. Force of habit." I reply.
We sit there staring at each other for a few minutes before she speaks up.
"Well, I have to go. Thanks for meeting me here. I really appreciate it. Glad we got to get everything out there." Carly says.
"Yeah. Me too. I'll see you later Carles." I wave.
"Bye Lukey-Pooky." Using the nickname I can't stand.
I glare at her and she smiles at me widely.
"I hate that stupid nickname." I call.
"Yeah well. I like it. Byeeeee" She calls back.
I roll my eyes and walk to my house.
I run upstairs and and rapidly start falling into a dream about me and Carly.
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Wish You Were Here.
Fanfic17 year old Carly finds out that she's moving away from her best friend, Luke Hemmings. To make matters worse, she's moving to the Americas which is a half a world away. How will this affect their friendship? Will they lose each other or become som...
