“hmmm… try the red…”
“no- the blue!”
“YOU GUYS I AM FREAKING OUT.”
My friends were over and helping me decide what would be best to wear… If this party actually happened or if THE Luke Hemmings ever actually decided to text me.
It was 5pm and after a day filled with fits of laughing that turned into nervous crying, my jitters were practically ran out. Luke hadn’t texted me yet and I was almost worried that I had given him the wrong number.
What time do parties start anyways? Aren’t housewarming parties like a dinner-type thing? I didn’t even know people did housewarming parties anymore…
I looked in the mirror at the blue dress my friends had forced me into. I didn’t look half bad, and not too fancy…
“What if Luke picks you up and instead of bringing you to a party he kidnaps you and holds you for ransom?”
I laughed and shook my head, “why would he choose me of all people to do that to?”
I sat on my bed and layed back on my pillow, becoming aware of my heart beat, pounding at a much higher speed than normal… it had been like that all day though. Just as my thoughts calmed down a bit, my phone dinged with a text.
My friends and I immediately fell silent, staring at eachother and breaking out into frivolous giggles.
I grabbed my phone to see a text from an unknown number.
“HOLY SHIT IT’S HIM” I said, unlocking my phone and staring at the screen.
Hey is this Y/N?
“SHOULD I TEXT HIM BACK???!”
“NO NOT RIGHT AWAY”
“WAIT A MINUTE YOU DON’T WANT TO SEEM TOO DESPERATE”
“IT’S FUCKING LUKE HEMMINGS.”
I threw my phone into the middle of my bed and curled up with my friends, we laughed and squealed, counting together to 60 seconds.
“Okay,” I took a deep breath. “What do I say?”
“Just say yeah! hey!”
“No, you should say something funny-ish”
“How could I say something funny-ish in this situation?”
“Say…. Hey is this Luke?”
I typed quickly and nervously into my phone.
Hey is this Luke?
“PUT AN EMOJI”
“NO DON’T PUT AN EMOJI.”
“I’M NOT GOING TO PUT AN EMOJI.”
I pressed send and threw my phone away from myself again. I had just texted Luke. Luke fucking Hemmings.
My phone dinged again, quickly, and my friend grabbed my phone.
“Oh my god he texted back.”
I snatched my phone away from her to look at the text.
Are we still on for that party tonight? lol
I giggled again and took a deep breath, typing back.
Yeah sure! If you want
I closed my phone and set it on my lap. My friends on either side of me. Luke texted back immediately.
For sure, what’s your address.. I can come pick you up.. or you can pick me up.. or whatever haha
I typed back with my address and asked him what time he’d be coming to get me.
Okay coooool he texted back I’ll probably swing by in half an hour or so if that’s okay
I texted him back,
Yeah that’s fine.. Is this like a fancy thing or what?
A few seconds passed before I got a reply, my phone buzzed again.
I’m wearing a tie (;
“HE SENT ME A FUCKING WINKY FACE”
My friends and I started squealing again, hitting the bed and grabbing each others hands.
“Do I text back?”
“NO JUST LEAVE IT, it’ll make you seem kind of mysterious…” my friends and I laughed before storming into my closet to find some heels to wear with my blue dress.
The next half hour was incredibly long, and incredibly stressful. My friends and I went through every “what-if” situation possible to get all my jitters out. I couldn’t be stunted while talking to him like I was at Starbucks earlier that day.
Before I knew it, the doorbell for my apartment buzzed.
I freezed and turned to my friends, wide-eyed.
They grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me towards the door, whispering into my ears.
“YOU CAN DO THIS.”
“TEXT US EVERY DETAIL.”
I glanced in the mirror one last time, fixing my hair and taking a deep breath.
I slowly unlocked the door and opened it, peering outside.
Luke was standing against the wall, his hair spiked up in a quiff in the front. He had on a white shirt, black slacks and a skinny black tie. His shoes were a different story, high top black converse, one of his feet crossing over the other.
I looked up at his face and he smiled, “Oh perfect, we match!” He said.
I looked down at my blue dress and looked back up at him very confused.
“I’m joking,” he laughed, “are you ready to go?”
“Yeah, let’s do it.” I laughed, shutting my apartment door behind me and pulling on my black jacket.
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