Different ❤Cake❤

~9

Luke

I didn't think this would happen. How do you know you love someone, when all you receive and give is hate? But you just do. Like maybe you've never tried a grape taco smoothie. You give it dirty looks. But you've never tried it. So how can you give it dirty looks? Sounds gross. Seems gross. But just maybe it's not. I think Calum is a grape taco. Being gay isn't about liking every guy you see. No no. Its different. But why do I like him? He's only ever been rude and hurtful to me. I'm just as confused as the grape taco tasters. But hey, its never too late to try.

"I should go home.. Its pretty late," I speak up and break the iceberg of quietness. We had been sitting there, occasional chatting. Its still a bit awkward between us.

"Oh," is all he says. He looks away from my eyes and smiles. "Lucas I'm not letting you go that easy."

"Huh?" Confusion wells up inside. Possibilities upon possibilities.

"Let's go grab dinner. I'm thinking Wendy's," The smile intended on Hus pretty face. I can't help but feel excited about going out to eat with him, and by his smile, he feels the same.

"Oh that sounds lovely but my parents-"

"Call them. I..I want to spend time with you," his cheeks pinken. Blunt. Blushing. Oh yes. I could never get such a senrance out. "I mean don't take it weird like I'm not gonna let you go home I mean.." He trails off. I can't help but let out a soft laugh. He thinks I took it that way. He looks up and his cheeks deepen in color.

"Your adorable. Of course I'll call them," I grin and adjust my shoulder. He let's out a soft breath but his fingers still fidget.

"So its a date?" He looks up and gives me a one sided smile. I nod and agree.

"Indeed a date.." I say, softly, with much love behind my voice.