Wish You Were Sober - Luke Patterson x Reader

Wish You Were Sober

"Are you sure that you don't want to come?" Alex questions, giving her a quick side hug.

She sighed, leaning into him for a second. "No, I really don't want to be around drunk people tonight."

Alex rose an eyebrow "Or is it a particular drunk person..."

She pushed his shoulder back, a smirk sneaking forward on her lips. She shook her head at him as she pushed him toward his car. She watched her friend's jeep pull out of her driveway and gave him a half-hearted wave.

Her phone buzzed, a new message blasting to the front of her screen. She rolled her eyes as she read his name. She opened the device, reading through the message.

"Alex told me you're not coming tonight. Bummer :("

She tried to fight the grin that stretched across her face at how quickly he had figured this out. She had just told Alex no longer than 10 minutes ago. She really wanted to say something witty, but her racing heart betrayed her and fogged her thoughts. She sat down on her front porch stair, typing a weak response.

"Sorry :("

Three little dots danced across the conversation, falling after a moment. Left on read. She shoved her phone back into her pocket as she walked back up the stairs to her house.

Y/N wasn't opposed to high school parties. Give her a few drinks and she may convince you that she actually enjoyed them. It was the overall sinking feeling she got in her stomach as she watched him clumsily stumble around the room with a pretty blonde on his arm that made her dread events. She knew it was petty to avoid social gatherings entirely because of one person, but she had convinced herself that the only way to get over her crush on her neighbor, Luke Patterson, was to cut off communication cold turkey.

They had wandered into each other's lives three years ago, when Luke's parents purchased the house next to her own. Their mothers being the hostesses that they were, pushed for joint family dinners and barbecues to get to know everyone. Y/N would usually make herself pretty scarce, bringing her ukelele down and sitting on their old swing tied to the tree in their yard, watching the interactions from afar.

That was until Luke made it his mission to walk over and break the silence. As he approached her, he pointed at the instrument in her hand and smiled. "You play?"

"No, it's for show," She said, strumming it again.

Luke laughed at her, placing his hand on one rope attached to the swing. She tried to distance the eye contact, but fell victim to his dark green eyes. "For how long?"

She moved her eyes back to the instrument, fiddling with the third string in her hand. "A few years now..." she trailed off.

"Nice. I play guitar and...." She took note of his wandering sentence, looking over to see his jaw locked as he stared at her. "And you don't care about anything I'm saying."

This brought a smile to Y/N's face, letting her nose scrunch a bit. "It's nothing personal, just don't like forced interactions." She starting to play a soft melody, looking over at her mom, smiling wide at whatever Luke's dad said.

"Unfortunately my mom is the queen of hosting."

Luke nodded, his eyes darting from the table back to her. He nodded his head back in the direction of his house. "We could ditch and just jam in my garage?"

Her hand stilled. She looked over at her mom pulling out a phone with most likely a horrible old image of her in pigtails. She met Luke's eyes again and nodded. "Quickly, please."

He moved back from the swing, letting her plant herself back on the ground before leading her across the lawn.

From that day, Luke and Y/N had an interesting relationship. They weren't exactly best friends, but they were able to bond over their love of music and their hatred of family events. Y/N would use his quiet personal refuge in his garage often just to strum her uke in someone else's presence, the two rarely talking.