brooklyn
6:00pm
A
I wasn't exactly prepared to have Luke come back with me, a last minute invitation and all. But I'm glad I still found the courage to ask him despite what was going on.
"You have nothing in your fridge." Luke notes, standing in the refrigerator light.
"I haven't been here for more than a few days in weeks!" I defend this time.
"Do you want to go out for dinner then?" Luke asked, continuing his search through my cupboards that are mostly empty.
"Ugh, no." I say, returning to my unpacking party in my bedroom.
"So we'll just starve?"
"I'm jet lagged and I have work tomorrow the last thing I wanna do, is go out." I breathe.
"That's a first." He chuckles.
"Don't get too comfortable! I still refuse to be a homebody!"
"So what do we do? We can order in? Unless you want some Lukey originals." He jokes, I just roll my eyes.
"You did not just call your cooking 'Lukey originals'!" I laugh.
"What else am I supposed to call it?" Luke asks, amused.
"Literally anything else!" I suggest.
I came back out to the kitchen in my pajamas even though it's still early. I'm just eager to get into bed, no matter the time.
"Oh, no, no way. Change."
"Why!" I groan.
"We're not going out to dinner but we still have to go out."
"No!" I smack my teeth and groan.
"To get groceries. Change."
"Luke." I pout.
"Mar." He pouts in the same way.
"Can't we just order them? I mean, seriously getting our own groceries? It's not of this time." I say, watching Luke head for the doorway so he can put his sneakers back on.
"They never know what I need. It's like they purposely grab rotten tomatoes or something. So, change." He says.
I throw on a more socially acceptable version of pajamas. Jeans and a t-shirt. I grab a jacket, a tote, a Red Sox hat and sunnies. Just in case.
He insists we walk, to take in the fresh, early spring air in the city. I ask him if he's been running lately, he says no, and suddenly his need to walk is clear to me. But why he's given up running isn't. It's only worrying.
We stop at a run of the mill flower shop and Luke buys me my first tulips of the season that I have to shove into my tote.
We stop again for late in the day coffees and hold hands the entire walk to the store and I relish in it. I don't want to be scared to do these things with him, not ever again.
And if he planned this, it's working. I nearly forgot I didn't want to leave my apartment in the first place.
But it's almost worth it to see Luke having way too much at the Whole Foods.
"Oh, smell that?" He places peppers in front of my nose as if I'm supposed to smell anything.
"Uh, no?" I say, unsure what exactly I'm supposed to be smelling.
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I'm Not Leaving // lrh
Fanfiction"So, you wanna go another round?" Luke asks. I didn't know what we were talking about anymore. I only knew my answer. "Yes."
