FIFTH HALF ― luke hemmings ✓

The Fifth Half

It started off like any other boy meets girl stories.

We were friends since back in Year Eight, I could still vividly remember how we met that day. How he sat at there, rather awkwardly, at the flight of stairs and seemed to be waiting for someone. The exact moment I clumsily dropped all my things. He didn't think twice and helped that little girl in her ponytails and braces, beaming another awkward smile, and him telling that girl his name was, "Luke."

We were fifteen when I first found out I clearly had fallen for that awkward boy. My heart leaps every damn time he smiles ever so shyly, whenever he sat down beside me our shoulders brushing as he did, and whenever his ocean eyes landed on my ever so boring dark ones.

We turned seventeen and my love for the boy bloomed so badly he still hadn't noticed.

We turned twenty-two and the boy I still love and admire?

Well, he loves someone else now.

And me?

I'm still his best friend.