*AMBER'S POV*
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I jump off of the couch as soon as a hear a knock on the door. Butterflies fill my stomach and a smile spreads across my face. I run to the door and open the main door the same time he opens the screen door. "Hi!" I smile reaching out and hugging him.
"Hi" He laughs, swaying my body back and forth. I fight the urge to tell him how much I've missed him and just let go, letting him take his shoes off.
I take an unnoticeable deep breath to try to keep my cool. He takes off his boots and looks back at me. I smile and walk into the living room, sitting on the couch. He plops down next to me, and I can't help my self from looking at him. I take in his eyes, his nose, his lips, and the little stubble going across his jaw line.
He furrows his eyebrows and looks at me with confusion. Probably wondering why I'm staring at him. I smile and lightly shake my head, and turn to the t.v.
Craig just walked in, taking over the t.v as normal. "The hobbit." I hear Luke say in, probably the weirdest voice I have ever heard. I whip my hear around at him and he just smiles and keeps his eyes locked on the t.v. I giggle and sink down further into the couch. I place my hand on my thigh, for obvious reasons and try to focus in what's on the screen.
Eventually I feel rough fingers intertwining with mine. With my hand that's free, I use it to push all of my hair to my left side, the side closest to Luke, and I use it to cover my face.
I pinch my eyes shut and smile like an idiot. He leans up to look at me but I quickly pull my shirt over my face.
His other hand covers my other hand and suceedes at pulling it away from my face. I look over at him and my eyes lock with his. I have never seen something so beautiful in my entire life. All the emotion leaves my body and I just sit there. Him doing the same thing. He lightly squeezes my hand and smiles at me. Butterflies explode in my stomach and I smile back. It's crazy the effect this boy has on me.
A little while later my mom walks in the door with my cousin, Lynn. "Hi!" I smile. Normally I would jump up and go hug her, but I don't want to move. I'm in the most wonderful place in the world right now and I'm not planning on leaving it anytime soon.
"Why don't you love birds move over there," Craig points to the love seat across the room. "So your mom can sit down." He says to me. I groan and slowly let go of Luke's hand. I sit up and walk across the room. When I sit down I look over and Luke is still sitting on the couch like a lazy bum.
"Are you gonna come over here? Or are you just gonna leave me like a loser." I smile.
"Leave you. Like the loser you are." He smiles, making his way over to me.
"Oh." I frown jokingly.
"I'm jokin'" He frowns pulling me over to him when he sits down.
"Mhm." I mumble, situating myself next to him. He's sitting down with his legs up on the foot stool, and I'm cuddled into his side, with my knees on big legs and my head on his chest.
"I'm here now, I'll never leave you." He whispers into my hair, snaking his arm around my waist.
This time, I can't help the smile. He giggles above my head when he sees my reaction and runs circles on my back.
"Have you seen the movie faces of death?" Craig asks me and Luke.
"No." We both say at the same time. He tells my mom to put the movie in, and we wait.
"If you have a weak stomach this is not the movie for you." Craig laughs.
"Come on! You know I do! How am I supoose to get out of this?!" I laugh. Cause I know he won't let us go upstairs.
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"Why is this even a movie? OH MY LANTA!" I scream shoving my head into Luke's neck. Everyone else in the room is laughing hysterically now because of my reactions. "WHO IN THE RIGHT MIND WOULD MAKE A MOVIE SHOWING HOW PEOPLE DIE, HOW THEY DIE, AND THEM FREAKING RIPPING THEY'RE BODIES OPEN?!" I scream, followed by Luke putting his hand over my mouth.
"Shut up." He says, trying to hide the smile poking through. I furrow my eyebrows and try to pry his hand off my mouth with my hands, but it won't budge. I know what will get him.
I stick my tounge out, leaving a mess of slober all over his hand, but he still doesn't move. Really? I groan, earning a smile from him, and he moves his hand.
"That's gross." He says with a disgusted look on his face, looking at his hand.
"Yeah, your hand didn't taste good." I laugh, shaking my head.
"Well don't try to eat it and that wouldn't be a problem!" He laughs. I look at him with a scowl on my face.
He slowly reaches his hand up to my face in the most romantic way possible. I thought he was going to kiss me, but I forgot about my spit all over his hand.
"Awwww." He says and he moves his hand down the side of my face, leaving a wet trail behind it.
"You jerk! I had makeup on you idiot!" I try to be mad, and try not to laugh, but that was literally impossible.
I quickly grab the hem of his shirt and pull it up and wipe the spit off. Note that his shirt was dark, so, it might have left a little foundation residue.
"Oh my gosh. Amber you better pray that comes off." He says, trying to be mad, but failing miserably.
"Calm yourself." I smile, wiping it off. I'm actually kinda happy it came off. That shirt on him... Ugh.
He looks at me with...this look. I don't even know what it is. But, it's the most amazing feeling I have ever seen. I can tell he loves me, just by the way he looks at me. Just by the way his hand touches mine. So delicate, but so meaningful.
