nerd // luke hemmings [editing]

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•Addison•

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"Cookies and cream please." I smile at the lady, my fingers intertwined in Luke's.

"Make that two." Luke grins, handing the lady behind the counter cash, who punches the order on the register and begins to scoop ice cream into cups.

I frown at Luke. "Why do you always pay? Why can't I pay once in a while?" I brush my shoulder against his and he smirks.

"Well, that would be very un-gentleman-ly of me, Addison."

I shake my head, smiling, as we get our ice creams and walk out the store.

I don't really know why, but we've been swinging by Cold Stone almost everyday after school for about almost two weeks.

It was the same Cold Stone as the one we went to on our first date, so it sent butterflies fluttering everywhere every time we walked in the shop.

I still kept on thinking about the message Cassandra sent me a few days ago, and I was still kinda scared in a way, but I decide to not think about it.

I put a spoonful of my favorite ice cream flavor into my mouth. "So, nice weather today, huh?" I joke as he puts his phone in the pocket of his ripped skinny jeans and we continue to walk towards his house where he said his car was at the moment.

"Psh, it's a bit too cold out." he shrugs and grins.

"I know. I wish that I could--"

"Wake up with amnesia?" he asks, cutting me off. I laugh and hit his shoulder.

"No, you dork!" I try to stop laughing and he chuckles, putting ice cream in his mouth. "Nevermiiind" I giggle.

A breeze passes, and I shiver a little, a few strands of my hair, flying around my face. Luke notices and I blush, feeling a tad bit embarrassed. Aw, why did I have to wear a singlet top today?

"I'd offer you a jacket, but I don't have one at the moment, but--" he looks down at his outfit which consisted of a black Green Day shirt and dark ripped skinny jeans. He wraps his free arm around my shoulders and rubs his hand up and down my arm.

I smile up at him and I'm rewarded with one of the cutest smiles I've ever seen from Luke. I lean my head against his shoulder and we continue walking.

He looks at something in front of us and his smile fades a bit. I knit my brows together in confusion and follow his gaze at the large group of squealing teenage girls running towards us.

"I love our fans to bits, but why now?" I hear Luke mumble.

"LUKE I LOVE YOU!" I hear a girl shout out. It's followed by a chorus of screams and 'Can I have a picture with you's.

Luke smiles, but keeps his arm wrapped around my shoulders.

"Sure" Luke smiles and takes a couple of pictures with the fans.

"Who are you?" I girl with around the same age as me asks, putting a hand on her hip. Her face is caked with make up and her hair has a kind of unnatural bleached color.