𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, luke patterson

five

F I V E
That Kind of Love

you were so far out of my league

LAUREN WAS SITTING ON A CHAIR AT THE LIBRARY. She was bitting the tip of her pen as she navigated through every article on the internet about Sylvia Plath.

"Ok! Here I have the Bell Jar, Journals—" Someone shushed Carrie, interrupting her. "Sorry, sorry."

"We are at a library, Wilson," Lauren reminded her as she grabbed the books. "Have you read this?"

"The Bell Jar? Of course! A classic. An inspiring... inspiring no— I've never read it." Lauren exhaled as Carrie sat next to her. "I know I'm the one that chose Sylvia Plath but what I know about her is that she did get around. She was a romantic, bold and authentic woman, you know. She was so... comfortable with her sexuality."

"That's actually a really interesting point of view of Sylvia Plath, Carrie." The girl smiled. "You should read her work."

Carrie chuckled. "Hey uhm... do you wanna hang out sometime?"

Lauren glanced at her. "Like a date?" Carrie started laughing.

"No! No! I mean... you are gorgeous and everything but uhm... I just have this friend crush on you."

"What's a friend crush?" Lauren asked her before looking at the computer.

"It's like when you want someone to be your friend. A crush but friendly. That is a friend crush."

"And why would you have a friend crush on me from all people?"

"Lauren, everybody has a friend crush on you. You are literally the coolest of the four Grey siblings, you are smart, your fashion taste is impeccable. I mean, that blazer? You look like you got out from a Danielle Steel novel. And one of the good ones." The girl laughed at that, before grabbing her notebook and writing more about Sylvia Plath down. "So yeah, you are awesome."

"I would say that I'm surprise, but Luke kinda already told me about it. And I would love to be you friend."

Carrie stood quiet for a second. "You talk to Luke?"

"All the time," she admitted. "Yeah, we talk... talking talk." Carrie raised her eyebrows before sitting straight on the chair, looking at her books.

"Talking..." she repeated in a whisper.

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Carrie bursted into the ice cream shop holding her purse tightly. She stood in front of the register with an upset face. Josephine, the girl that worked with Luke, glanced at her in confusion.

"Oh no. Patterson, this one is all yours, honey," said the woman before walking away.

"Thanks, Jossie," said Luke sarcastically as he stood in front of the register. "Hey, Carrie, how can I help you?"

"Are you talking with my project partner?" He scoffed.

"I wouldn't call it talking since she's not feeling like making other sound after I do what I do—" He glanced over at Carrie, who didn't look happy at all. "Uhm... talking."