Fangirl

I've been sitting, look at this dumb wall for an hour now. Just thinking it over. This may be how drunken me feels, but sober me is very confused.

I texted Max a half hour ago the picture of the wall, and she responds simply with:

Max: Well shit.
Me: IS THAT GOOD OR BAD
Max: I honestly have no idea. Is that how you actually feel?
Me: I DON'T KNOW MAX
Max: Alright well. Youchie.
Me: Thanks
Max: Np
Me: HONESTLY THOUGH WHAT IF I JUST WROTE THAT BECAUSE I WAS SUPER DRUNK
Max: I don't know. Maybe you wrote that because you're too afraid to say it sober. I had to tell Michael I hated his cologne drunk. Now he doesn't use it.
Me: I love his cologne?
Max: You love his cologne because he's Michael Clifford. I don't like his cologne because he's my boyfriend.
Me: Lmao you're dating Michael Clifffoorrddd
Max: AND YOU'RE DATING LUKE HEMMINGS
Max: Unless you forgot
Me: Somehow that has already been processed, thanks
Max: Won't Luke want to see what you wrote?
Me: Idek what I'm going to tell him.
Max: Just show him
Me: BUT I CAN'T IT'LL RUIN EVERYTHING
Max: You don't know that tho
Me: Okay I'm going to go now, Luke is texting me
Max: good luck cuz.
Me: Thanks cuz

Luke: 20 mins?
Me: It'll take me 30 to get back home, is that okay?
Luke: Where are ya?

Oh good god, here we go.

Me: I'm just at the wall I spray painted.
Luke: WHAT OML CAN I COME

Say no, say no.

Me: Sure

Well fuck. In twenty quick minutes, Luke is pulling up next to the bench I'm sitting on. "Luke!" I squeal. Eww, I never thought I'd squeal.

"Babe!" He squeals back. I laugh, just as he hugs me. I can't tell if that squeal was genuine or him mocking me, but either way I loved it. "Okay so, where's the wall?" He asks. Oh crap. Poopy butt.

"It... Broke." I attempt at lying, clearly failing.

"Is that it?" Luke chuckles, pointing to the brick wall a few steps away. Luckily we're at an angle where he can't exactly see what it reads.

"I- Uh, n- Yeah." I stutter. He walks over to it, so I shyly follow him, dreading the next moment. I look over at the wall, my eyes reading over the words that I really hope don't mess anything up.

I LOVE HIM LUKE JUST MARRY ME

I look over at Luke, him biting his lip. I don't even want to keep reading it, to pretend I'm still reading it and it won't be as weird with me just waiting for a response. I feel like if I look at that wall again I'll throw up. God, he's going to think this is me proposing, isn't he?

I can tell he's trying not to smile as he turns to me, and says, "Is that- I mean do you feel like that's what you want?" Nooo, not this conversation. Now he's going to say he isn't ready, even though I don't even know if I'm ready. I haven't given this too much thought, I just kept reading it, trying to make it disappear.

"I don't know." I say quietly, feeling so much shame for a stupid night. "I mean, I was drunk. Very drunk."

"I know, but could you imagine marrying me?" He asks. He's not even scared. Or he's not acting like it. He seems super gentle and okay with this. Once again, the opposite of how I thought he was going to be.

"Of course." I shrug. Was that too eager? Should I have just said sure? Yeah? Oh goodness I'm drowning. "Could you?"

Luke's POV---

Only every day of my life.

"Yeah." I smile.

Riley's POV---

"C-Cool." I stutter, blushing. I didn't think anyone would want to marry someone like me. Especially a boy I just fantasized about in my small bedroom with the light of the computer screen shining on my teary face.

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