Paper Planes

i-i can't right now // fifteen

Luke came back from his jog to a not so empty house.

"Hey mom."

"Oh hi, honey." Liz smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek and taking the bag of groceries from him and began putting them away.

"Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"I came home to pack for my trip."

"Oh. Okay. I'll be in the shower then."

"Okay." He walked up to his room, grabbed some clothes and headed across the hall for the shower, leaving his phone in his room.

Before he showered, he sat down on the toilet and began his business. A few minutes into his thing and his mom was knocking on the wooden door.

"What, mom?" He groaned. He loved his mom to pieces, but he really hated it when she disregarded his privacy.

"You have a friend!"

"Tell him to go away! I'm pooping at the moment!" Only it wasn't a him because after the words left his mouth, he heard a giggle that wasn't a man's or his mom's.

"I'm sorry, what did you say your name was again?" His mom spoke to the unidentified visitor.

"Alice." Shit. Luke facepalmed at what he just said before and just wanted to die right then and there.

"Luke, it's Alice!" His mom called again.

"Mom-m, I-I can't right now." He stuttered out, still embarrassed to no end.

"It's okay, I'll wait." Alice responded in her cheerful voice.

"His room is right there."

"No. Not my room." Luke thought of all the embarrassing shit he had in his room. God, he didn't think he'd be having a girl over. Let alone a girl he liked. "Wait, like?"

He quickly wiped and hopped into the shower, washing and rinsing as fast as he could. He put on his clothes and ran to his room, already in breaths, seeing Alice standing in the middle of it and staring at his things.

"Hi, sorry." Luke panted, failing to keep his lack of oxygen to himself.

"It's okay." She smiled, taking a seat on Luke's bed as he sat at his desk.

"So, what's up?"

"Not much." She shrugged, not really knowing herself why she went to him.

"How'd you find out where I live?" He decided to begin there. Since he was really awkward with conversations and stuff.

"School directory." She mumbled, still looking around the room, dazed by all the posters. "Cool room" She commented.

"Thanks." He blushed.

"Nice music taste."

He blushed again.

"Hey, what are these?" She took hold of the slightly crumpled pieces of paper next to her.

"Uhm, nothing." He realized they were the songs he wrote from yesterday, the ones about her. He reached out and lightly grabbed them from her hands.

"It's not nothing." She teased, trying to take them back, but he kept a firm grip on the sheets.

"But it is."

"Fine." She said with an exasperated sigh. "Play me something then."

"No way." He refused, not ready to embarrass himself for the second time.

"Yes way." She placed the guitar in his hands and they both took position on the floor.

"Fine. What do you want me to play?"