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Luke swallowed, his hands turning cold as he slowly pulled over in front of the house. Days went by after his conversation with Ashton, until it was finally the weekend.
He rubbed his hand on his pants, trying his best to stop them from sweating. The car mirror displayed his outfit as he gently placed the necklace around his neck back in its place.
Luke figured that dressing nice would sway the girl into forgiving him for his awful words. He smoothened down his black button down, fixing the opened area on his chest.
As if an outfit is going to make her forgive me.
He shook the thought from his head, glancing back to the mirror and observing the finer details.
The silver cross hung on his chest, him fumbling with it for a second. He loosened his belt and nervously returned it in place on the pink striped pants.
Ah fuck it. He opened the car and stood up, closing it shut. Luke turned and walked from the black sleek car, jingling the keys in his hands as he walked up to the door.
Ring. He waited nervously, shifting on the balls of his feet.
Maybe I should go. Luke looked over his shoulder, debating how fast he'd be able to run to his car and leave.
I'm a sprinter, maybe two seconds tops.
He began to actually consider doing it, looking at the door and back at his car. He twisted his foot ever so slightly on its heel.
That was when the door opened. A tall, middle-aged man stood in the door, leaning against it. His eyes were weary, his face worn down with wrinkles.
"Hi Mr. Clifford," He reached over to shake the man's hand. Their father connected his hand with Luke's, firmly shaking it with a smile and slight confusion.
"Oh hey Luke. You just missed Michael actually," Their dad pointed outwards as if drawing an invisible line in some direction, "He's at Ashton's house."
Ashton is the best wing man ever. He planned to have him over so that the house would be free, free for him to come talk to Evelyn.
Luke was there when Ashton called Michael,
claiming to need help cleaning his room.
Okay- he did really need help cleaning his room, but he didn't actually care. The only person who cares was his mom- and Michael. It was nice to use his neat freak tendencies against him.
This elaborately orchestrated plan would only work if Evelyn would be willing to see him, of course.
"Actually," Luke scratched the back of his neck unsure of the older man's reaction, "I'm here to talk to Evelyn."
Her dad was taken aback; even he knew they hated each other. He grazed his eyes over the boy's whole body before back up to his eyes, trying to figure out where the inconsistency was in his body language.
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Fiksi Penggemar"God, Evelyn!" Luke ran a hand through his hair frustratedly, practically shouting, "I don't hate you. I'm in love with you!" She got up to leave, "I-I need to go." Evelyn started to turn the door handle when she felt a force push the door shut. His...
