Mrs All American ❅ Luke Hemmings

Four Pt. 2

[basically almost every chapter is Unedited so just bear with me, ok? Thx]

Chapter 17 - Four Part 2

Luke's plan worked. Of course, it worked. We were dealing with an insect. A poisonous insect, but still an insect. It wouldn't chase after us and kill us, like we thought. Luke and I only established that fact when we were out of harms way and had somehow found his car.

He was reluctant to get in the car because he didn't like his car seats being soaking wet. That time, at the beach, we had a towel and we stayed long enough for my clothes to dry (since Luke smartly took off his jeans and shirt before he jumped in the ocean, but not today, today he got to know how it felt) so the leather seats weren't affected.

If I weren't there, Luke would have probably waited it out, despite how stupid the idea was. I know this because, the moment I sneezed, he made up his mind and ordered me to get in the car.

We both hopped in, soaking wet and freezing our butts off.

"I-I can't b-believe it . . ." Luke muttered, shaking his head.

"W-What?" I asked, my teeth chattering.

"We ran from a spider and jumped into a l-lake, just to make sure it wasn't following us!" He laughed.

I chuckled, "That was pretty dumb."

"Oi. My idea, don't call it dumb." Luke poked me, though, he was smiling.

I giggled, "Fine. Seriously though, I actually thought the spider was going to eat us! How pathetic is that?" I kind of saddened at the last part. Was I pathetic? I suppose so. I mean, I once caught my boyfriend cheating on me, and I still stayed with him because I desperately wanted to believe that he loved me and would never do such a thing.

Luke frowned. He lifted my chin up with his finger so I'd look him in the eyes. "You are not pathetic, Rose, don't ever call yourself that again, okay? You're perfect. All your little things– or flaws, as you call them– make you, you. I know this may sound cliché but admit it, everybody wants a little cliché in their lives." At first, I didn't know where he was going, then, he cleared his throat and began to sing.

"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me, but bear this in mind– it was meant to be. And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks; and it all makes sense to me." Luke sang softly, my heart practically melting at the sound of his voice.

Hearing it from afar or from my bedroom window or in a YouTube video wasn't the same. This version, the live 'right-in-front-of-you' version, is surely the best.
I resisted the urge to kiss him right then and there, it was too beautiful for me to stop him now.

"I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile, you've never loved, your stomach or your thighs, the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine, but I love them endlessly.
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth, but if I do, it's you, oh, it's you, they add up to. I'm in love with you, and all these little things." Luke stopped singing, his eyes avoiding mine. "I hope that answered your question. It's not pathetic at all, thinking that spider was going to eat us was, in fact, quite cute."

When his eyes met mine once more, I couldn't possibly hold myself back; I couldn't hold myself back from kissing him, from letting a few tears slip, and, most importantly, I couldn't stop myself from loving him even more than I already do.

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THREE HOURS LATER