song: let's kill tonight, panic! at the disco
The next morning I wake up and feel one strong arm around me. Luke is laying next to me with a small smile on his face. I look at the clock and see that it's 7am. I usually wake up at this time and make breakfast but Luke's arm is more difficult to lift up than I thought and when I'm about to succeed he mumbles a small "stay here"
He cuddles even more and I find it slightly cute. Luke is just a cutie in general. I can't believe I showed him my bitchy side when he was so nice to me. He made me happy, even if it was only for a few hours. I can't even put in words how thankful I am for him trying to make me happy. I didn't even ask him about his problems. And as I realise that I didn't even try to understand why I met him in the room at the window, I understand that maybe we are not much different.
"Luke, I'm sorry you tried to make me happy but all I did was being a bitch to you. I didn't even try to ask you why you were there. I wish we would have met differently. Maybe in the record store where I work. Maybe I could have bumped into you when you were about to buy another blink-182 CD. I don't like how we met and I want you to know what even though I'm not good myself, I will be there for you. Maybe I'm going to die earlier than most people die and maybe it will happen because I wanted it to happen but as long as I'm here, I will be the person you can turn to", I don't know if he heard me but I hope so and when his eyes open one second after my long speech and a tear escapes his eye, I know he definitely heard what I said.
"Oh man I'm crying", he says and tries to cover his tears with laughs.
"It's only you and me. You can cry whenever you want. It's human. You're not an alien because you cry", I say and he smiles.
"You're making it really hard not to like you. I hope you know that"
"Don't like me too much Luke. I might be dead tomorrow. Please don't rely on me"
"Has anyone ever told you that you're beautiful?", he asks and a flashback comes creeping up my mind.
"Oh my god. Elle, you look beautiful. I'm so proud to have such a beautiful and intelligent daughter", my mum says.
"My mum told me once but I don't know if that counts", I play with my fingers and try not to look at him but he doesn't let me choose as he lifts my chin and presses a small kiss on my forehead.
"I think it counts. Do you wanna make breakfast with me together? I'm probably going to burn the kitchen and set the whole house on fire but why don't we give it a try", he says and I try my best not to laugh but a small chuckle escapes my lips anyways.
"One thing, I don't eat meat. I'm a vegetarian... So no bacon, sorry", I say and he chuckles.
"I'm fine with that. As long as you don't force me to stop eating it too", he says.
"I'm not going to tell you what to do with your life. It's my choice not yours but thanks for accepting it so easily", I say and we start making pancakes.
The pancakes are delicious and after Luke stands up to give his flat a small visit to get nutella we use to apply it onto our pancakes.
"Remember that moment when you told me you were going to burn the kitchen down? Because those pancakes are the definition of perfect", he laughs and points at me with his finger. "I hope you remember that we made them together?", he says, making me giggle.
"What are we gonna do now? You wanted to jump, I wanted to jump but now we sit here and I don't know if I can try another time... I'm sorry. I just don't see the point in not talking about it. I might see this very casually"
"I honestly don't know what to do right now. I like you and I like how we talk to each other and it seems like heaven sent an angel", he says.
"I'm not an angel, I'm the creation of the devil", I say, meaning what I said.
"Whatever you think you are, you are not to me", he says and I put a large piece of pancake in my mouth to avoid talking.
"I'm sorry. I pressure you too much, don't I?"
"No, you don't. But please don't try to put me into something I'm not. We met yesterday. You know nothing about me and sorry if that's harsh but it's the way it is"
"Stop apologising for something you're right about"
"I'm so-", he looks at me warningly and I stop.
"I think we should at least wait one week", he says.
One week longer in this fucked up world? I don't know if I can handle this.
"Deal!", I say and he nods, standing up, leaving to get dressed, after finishing his pancakes. I sit there and try to process what has just happened.
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u r beautiful !
If you know any bands I have not listed on my profile that I should listen to, plz tell me their names :)
it's the 7th of January 2015 today and tomorrow the 8th of January 2015 my weird self gets front row tickets. ROWYSO TOUR here I come
I'm gonna see my babes and hola Luke and wtf ash rocking out and I'M NOT MENTALLY STABLE it's in Berlin lol and if you're there, hi
I'v been told my music taste is cool (fùck the 5 years I have wanted listening to charts music) OK this is very long, bye
ps: that picture makes me unstable
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17th Floor, l.h
Teen Fiction"Have you heard of the 17th floor?" "No, what's that?" "That's the place lonely souls jump into happiness" ©2014 WARNING: This story contains depression, swearing etc. if you're not comfortable reading this, don't read it !
