Imagine [L.H]

19

LUKE'S POV:
I narrowed my eyes, trying to get a better view of the crying girl.

She suddenly stood up and I automatically knew who it was by the petite and slightly curvy figure.

Lacey.

"Lacey!" I called out, hoping she heard me.
Her head shot in my direction and she quickly wiped her eyes.

"H-hey," she said, waving a small hand as I walked towards her.

"Were you...crying?" I asked.

I knew she was crying but I wanted to know why.

"No," she whispered.

"You don't have to lie," I said softly, looking down at her; I was a giant compared to her.

Katy was short too.

"I-I got a j-job," she stuttered.

"Isn't that supposed to be a good thing?" I asked, adjusting my beanie.

I probably looked horrible.

"I saw her again," she said, looking at the ground with blank eyes.

"Her?"

"I don't want to talk about it," she said quietly.

"What job did you get?" I questioned her.

"Therapist," she replied, fiddling with her thumbs.

She wiped at her eyes, causing them to get more red but straightened her back, applying that fake "I'm okay," expression.

"But-"

"It's stupid, I know. I'm going to see if I can get transferred or something."

"Okay," I responded.

This was possibly the first time she had broken character and showed emotions towards me.

"Anyways, why are you out here so late?" I asked Lacey, looking down at her as she stared at me with blank eyes.

"Why are you out here so late?" She asked, asking a questioning instead of answering mine.

Michael did that a lot.

I'd ask him something and he'd shoot me with another question, which got irritating sometimes.

"I asked you first," I remarked

"I come here to think," she replied, looking very concentrated with her fingers.

"I do too," I let out a breathy laugh, trying not to smile.

I feel like my laugh is annoying; especially when it gets a bit too high pitched.

"Have you finished your song?" Lacey asked, pointing a slim finger towards my guitars case.

"Uh-no, not yet," I mumbled, feeling my face become red.

"Does it have a name?"

I thought for a moment.

"I think I'm going with 'Social Casualty' it fits the song," I shrugged, biting down on my lip.

She nodded, leaving us in an awkward silence.

"I uh - I think I'll go," she whispered, turning away from me.

I quickly grabbed at her wrist.

"Wait, I want to show you something."

"What is it?"

"It's a game," I answered.

"What type of game?" Lacey asked.

"It's a sport," she nodded.

"But we'll have to go to my house because the game is there, yeah?"

"What's the game called?"

"Basketball," I smirked, running off while still grabbing her wrist.

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This sucked I am sorry.

I forgot I had English homework and dear god I am going to fail!

I love you all so so much!

Excuse any mistakes I made; I am tired as fudge.

~xoxo~

Linda