Fangirl

The heat between me and Luke is becoming chaotic today. Yesterday, I would've done anything to leave, and today all I want to do is stay. Sure, it kinda sucks not actually dating him. I don't like that at any minute he could kiss someone else, but this is.. I don't know, it sounds mean, but it's refreshing. The last couple months Luke and I were dating there was no fire, we were just together. Today, there is definitely fire.

Michael sits at the table, looking between me and Luke, who are sitting across from each other. He's chewing on his lip ring, glancing up at me every couple minutes from his notebook, and I'm attempting at writing a chapter on my computer while also fawning over him. He's wearing all black today, and he knows very well that black turns me on. That little shit.

"What happened between you to?" Michael asks, frowning in confusion. "Yesterday I heard you yelling at her," He says to Luke, who's trying not to smile. "and now you're practically eye fucking her." I laugh, which causes another loving glance from Luke. "I'm serious!"

"Nothing happened." Luke shrugs, his cheeks pink.

"Why do you always blush? You're a grown man." Michael chuckles. "I'll be back." He says. He walks into the hallway, and then I look at Luke.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Oh, and what ever do you mean?" He asks, really pushing that innocent thing.

"You're wearing all black. You know how much I love you in black."

"Riley, it's just an outfit." He chuckles, not looking up at me.

I smile, just as Michael walks back in. "Okay, I talked to Calum, he thinks you guys kissed."

"We didn't kiss." I say.

"Hm." Mike frowns, plopping back down in a chair.

"Seriously Michael, nothing happened. Same ol' same old." Luke smiles at him, clearly lying. I don't even know what happened really, but the chemistry between us has definitely been restored.

"Liar." Michael whispers. "Ashton, please come here!" He screams.

Ashton's door flies open in panic, and he comes running out, "What is it?!"

"Can you please tell me what happened between Luke and Riley?"

"Shit Michael." Ashton sighs, "I don't fuckin' know, I thought you were bleeding. Did you ask them?"

"Yes, many times."

Ashton grumbles a little, probably because he was definitely just woken up, and sits in between Luke and I in a wooden chair. "Are you guys getting back together?" He asks, clearly bored and tired.

Luke looks up at me, and I look at him. Are we? I mean, not now obviously, we have stuff to work out, but how do we answer him?

"S-Someday." Luke stutters, glancing at me for reassurance. I don't give him any. 'Someday' seems so far. Like years. I want him now. Right now.

"Idiot children." Michael waves his hand at us, and walks with Ashton but to his bedroom.

"So we found an apartment for me." I tell Luke, just to try and break the silence.

"Is that so." He says happily, still writing in his little green notebook.

"It's actually right around the corner." I add. Luke doesn't say anything, he just keeps chewing on that damn lip ring. "Come on, say something, is that okay with you?"

"I don't mind. I mean, it's not my state." He shrugs.

"Right. So, uh, what Ashton said about us getting back together? Is that.. I mean is that happening?" I stutter. I'm so fucking nervous around him lately.

"I think we should wait." He says, slowly, as if he's making up his words as he goes.

My heart drops. "Oh." Is all I can manage.

"We're going to go get lunch." Mikey says coolly, "Would you lovebirds like to come? We aren't bringing leftovers. I mean I am, but I'm not sharing." He yells for Calum to come out here, and soon enough all three are standing at the door. I wish I was a go-outside-to-eat type of person, but I'm not, and probably never will be, which is why I know for a fact Luke is going to stay with me. He always stayed. "Well?"

"We're good, Mike." Luke tells him for me. I suddenly hate that he knows where and how I like eating. Probably because I feel rejected. God, and don't get me started on how he looks today. Not only is he wearing black, but he's chewing that lip ring every minute, and it's making him look even MORE kissable. Plus he's doing his hair differently and it's literally making me weak.

"Don't come crying to me and my enchiladas when you get hungry." Michael says. "C'mon." He says to Calum and Ashton. They leave, and it's just Luke and I. And their dog I didn't know they had. And thankfully, my computer.

"So," Luke says, standing up and going to the kitchen, where he pulls a bottle out of the cabinet. "Vodka?"

"At twelve in the afternoon?" I laugh.

"But of course." He chuckles. I didn't even know Luke knew what vodka was. "It's Russian. I think. I don't know. I know nothing about alcohol."

"That's safe."

"Yep." He smiles, and hands me a cup. I sniff it, and nearly die. It smells like nail polish remover, who would ever want to drink that? "Have you ever had it?"

"Obviously not." I laugh. "Look at me."

"I haaave." He grins. "When I was- Um. Anyway so try it."

"When you were what?" I ask.

"When I thought you were cheating on me." I hear him mumble. "I drank. A lot." I frown.

"I'm-"

"Don't, it's fine, really." He looks over at me, "Are you going to try it or what?"

"I'm scared." I laugh. "I feel like it's going to poison me."

"It's not like it's good for you." Luke snorts. "I don't even know if I measured right."

"Oh, great." I laugh. I watch him flawlessly drink it all, as if it were water and my eyes widen. Damn. "Um. Okay." I say to myself, and drink it. All of it. After, I'm a coughing mess, and start laughing. "That's so fucking gross."

"But it feels great." Luke chuckles.

An hour later, Luke is sitting on the couch, facing me, and I'm on the other side of it, facing him.

"I just don't understand why we needed so many types of pasta!" I laugh, and he bursts into laughter. "This damn eco- econam- no, wait, economy."

"How are you a writer if you can't speak." He slurs, giggling his ass off.

"How are you famous if you can't... Um. Do.. Life." I squint my eyes, which just makes his laugh harder.

"You know what?"

"I do!" I yell.

"We should just make out." He giggles, rolling over.

"O-M-Geeeee, I knowww, right?" I laugh. "Oh yuck, remember Amy?"

"Ewwweyyy." Luke shakes his head. "I like you sooo much more than her. I hated her." He chuckles. "We should kiss, Riley." He says again.

"But what if they find out?" I whisper.

"Who?" He whispers back, and then his eyes widen, "The government?"

"No you dumby." I giggle. "The rest of your bands."

"It's a band not a bands." He laughs.

"You're a bands." I smile. "I want more stuff."

"What stuff?" He asks.

"The weird smelling stuff, that was lovely." I get up, stumbling to the kitchen while he runs over and beats me to the cabinet.

"Say you'll kiss me first." He says, trying not to laugh.

"This isn't fifith grade, Lucas." I smile.

"Fifith?"

"You know what I mean." I laugh. "Know what, if you can ask me to kiss you sober, I'll do it."

"Really?" He laughs.

"Gladly." I smirk.

"Don't be to eager, Smart." He chuckles, stepping away so I can get more vodka.

"That's what you said." I murmur. He starts laughing, and I giggle.

"Oh my god!" He squeals, taking my arm in his hands, "Brooo!"

"What brooo?!"

"Let's get marriiedd!" He laughs.

"Okay!" I nod. "How do we get married?"

Notes

cliffhanggeerrrr cuz ima biittcchhh xD

so, will luke and riley get drunk married? (honestly children be safe drinking lmao)