Chapter 16

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"My Awkward Dork.." I mumble. I honestly don't know what I've just done. I just treated him like my boyfriend. No, Madison, you treated him like your brother. Yeah, my brother, right... I only talked to my brother like that once or twice to talk him out of self harming, and that was once a long time ago, and I didn't call him my Awkward Dork, I called him my Stupid Brother.

"You're sure I'm not just a worthless nobody?" Luke looks up with his beautiful blue eyes- Okay would you just shut up Madison and narrate this story please? - I was literally going to kick his beautiful face. Was he actually joking?

"Seioulsy? Luke, I wish I had as much talent as you! You can sing, play the guitar and jump around on stage and your voice is always on point and you never make mistakes and stuff." I sigh. I feel awkward when people think bad of themselves, I mean, why? Why do you have to feel so down all the time? Why do you always have to think about the bad stuff about you when there is so much more good stuff there? I don't understand.

"Thanks." He says. "And, honestly, I wish I had as much talent as you. I think you're the only person I know of that can play FIFA with one player and not let the other team touch the ball for half a second. I wish I could survive until the fifth night in 5 Nights At Freddy's. Just wow, you're the best gamer I know!" He laughed.

"Wow, thanks!" I mimiked him.

"So where's Emma?" He asks changing the slightly awkward subject.

"Around London." I shrugged. "So, what's next?"

"I dunno, back at the house?" He asks.

"Ugh, I don't feel like seeing Ashton..." I groan.

"Do you wanna do something else?" He asks.

"Like what, Hemmo?" 

"I like that." He says. I tilt my head. "Hemmo the Awkward Dork." 

"You're a dork.." I say forgetting one little detail.

"But I'm your dork." He laughs. I shake my head jokingly. 

"Weirdo..." I roll my eyes. He smiles and bumps with my shoulder. "Let's go then." I stood up and held out my hand and he took it. We walked out hoding Hands as friends of course...

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