a picture of romeo attached there, such charming, many handsome, much wow
luke is so so so so cute in the fics and u guys might not know but he's good hiding his feelings
until the last part
well for now, this ends my author note.
•••
we put our dirty dishes in the dishwasher, then we help mom clean up a bit.
mom insisted for luke not to help, because he's our guest. technically, i'm also a guest, but a mother will never stop giving their daughter chores to do even though she's 18 and living alone.
"okay thank you guys so much for helping me. especially you, luke. you rubbed off some good on ems"
"hey, i've always been good."
"but you never bring your plate back, so this is a start."
luke and mom giggles as i wash my hand "thank you so much luke for taking care of her. she gets a bit coo-coo sometimes. but that never stops her"
"it's nothing, ms.hollins."
i turn the faucet off and dry my hand with paper towel "okay, i'm going up. i'm not gonna bother this convo, night mom"
"night sweetie, i love you"
"love you too."
i walk away from them exiting the kitchen. as soon as i'm not visible, i stand beside the doorway, trying to hear their chat
"so luke, you seem close with my daughter,"
"uh, yeah we're pretty close"
"you remind me of someone i use to know, a person from the past."
from the past? could it be him?
"i don't mean to be rude, but i don't want to be compared to mr.jones"
i can hear the shock in mom's reaction "you know arthur?"
"yes i do. we met him a few days ago, and i'm sorry for what i'm about to say—but he scared the living shit out of emily, and i just want to punch him."
mom laughs and sighs "oh, don't we all?"
"luke, you're a nice young man. you're polite, considering you're in a band. i like you," mom continues "please protect my daughter. from dangers, heartbreaks, from him."
i can hear luke is awkwardly shuffling his feet "i will protect her with all my life. i've always put her first, actually."
"thank you. maybe one day you don't have to call me ms.hollins, one day you're gonna call me 'mom', because i can feel you two are strong. and once you both turn from you and me into an us, you're invincible."
luke giggles awkwardly, and i know him too well that he's cheeks are pink
"well uh... okay ms.hollins. good night"
"good night."
as soon as they exchange their goodbyes, i run upstairs, then shutting the door behind me
fuck. what was that?
"i will protect her with all my life."
what does that mean, luke?
"i will protect her with all my life."
the door swung opem, it stops my thinking session, i was jumped.
"em? you okay?"
"y–yeah, spaced out. the usual."
he crawls onto the bed, resting his head on the pillow. he pats the empty side behind him
i scoot up and lay down. face–to–face with luke.
he smiles softly, reaching for a strand of hair and putting it behind my ear
i feel like luke is getting much more closer to me, not in a friendly way, more of a budding romance.
then, something catches my mind
what are we?
"l-luke,"
he hums answering me
"what are we?"
i look at luke's face, revealing his ocean blue eyes already staring deep.
"what do you mean?" he asks
"what are we as in, in a relationship kind of way."
"you said we're friends, aren't we friends?"
the moment luke finished his sentence, i freeze. his last word stabs me
friends
"okay okay, let's not talk about this. i'm tired"
he then kisses my forehead, lightly, in a calming and warm way
i sit up and move away, reaching for my drawer, grabbing my 15 year old self's pair of short, then going in the closet to change
friends
friends
friends
the back of my foot hits something, then i trip over it "what th— fuck!"
i fell, sitting on top of the thing. apparently it's a box
"ems? are you okay?" i can hear luke's footsteps going towards me.
i am sitting awkwardly, on a box, my face covered with fallen clothes from the hanger–and i just sit there, accepting this mess
"ems where a– oh,"
i hear a 'pfft' from his mouth "oh don't laugh, help me i'm dying"
"sorry, sorry" he then digs through the pile of clothes and pulls my hand "thanks"
he smiles warmly, i look down to see his bare legs. he's only wearing boxers, more specifically, pikachu boxers.
"nice pants," i tease
"ha ha, funny." he rolls his eyes and smiles brightly, his lip ring sitting on his lips, tempting me
"oh!" i turn around, then dig around the pile of fallen clothes "what are you doing? finding your dignity?"
"no, you dork. i tripped over a box. i'm curious what's inside it."
then i can feel a pair of hands on my waist, spinning me, then throwing me on his shoulder "luke! put me down!!"
i kick my legs as if i'm swimming, i tickle his back so that he would put me down "if you tickle me again, i will spin you"
and of course, how could i say no to a challenge? i tickle him
he then starts to spin, slowly, then fast "oh my god lu-" then i can feel the bed on my back
"i am so dizzy," luke then chuckles and lay down beside me "fuck you luke"
"you're welcome" he smiles
i shift upwards, tugging the pillow. luke is in the closet, grabbing the duvet and putting it over me
he sits down, reaching his jeans, grabbing his wallet, keys, and phone and put them all on the nightstand. then he lays himself and covers his tall body under the duvet
"ems,"
i hum, answering him
"go to sleep."
"i was almost asleep but you called me"
"then go back to sleep you buttface."
i spin myself around, facing him "idiot."
he smiles, scooting over me and puts his arm around me, naturally, i scoot even closer towards him. i can smell his scent, i don't know how, he never smells. he always smells like vanilla cakes and a bright sunny day (i don't know how you can smell a 'bright sunny day', but that's how i describe his smell, honestly.), that's why i love to hug him
•••
"do you really think you have a chance with him?"
"you're not even pretty."
stop.
"stop daydreaming, you stupid."
stop.
"you don't deserve a band member like him, he's got girls swooning over him, he can easily replace you."
stop.
"don't expect him to like you back."
stop!
"emily... ems, emily!"
i dart my eyes open, scanning the dark room "whe–where am i? who—" i turn around facing luke, he's holding me with both his arms around me
"ems? were you having a nightmare?"
he's here. he's here
my breath hitches, then it slows down, getting calmer "i–did. i did, it was horrible."
he runs his hands up and down my arms, calming me with every touch, every static
"well, it's okay now. i'm here, you're safe. you're safe as long as i'm next to you, which is always."
always. that sounds heavy
"thanks luke."
"you're always welcome,"
always. why does it sound so wrong, yet so right? especially when he says it.
"now, go back to sleep. i can assure you there wouldn't be any nightmares attacking you."
i stare at the window, the curtains swaying slowly from the night's breeze
"sing,"
he looks down at me, i can feel his almost-stubble on my temple "what?"
"sing. anything, any song. i wanna hear your voice."
he then breathes in, i think i know what song this'll be
"she asked me; son, when i grow old, will you buy me a house of gold? and when your father turns to stone, will you take care of me?
i will make you queen of everything you see, i'll put you on the map, i'll cure you of disease.
let's say we up and left this town, and turned our future upside down, we'll make pretend that you and me, lived ever after happily..."
i smile, i smile brightly. luke's voice is the best. him singing twenty one pilots is the best.
"okay, that's enough, it's late. thank you"
"you're welcome. now, go back to sleep. i have stuff to do tomorrow so we have to drive back early."
"but it's 4.17 am, why don't we stay awake?"
"i'm sleepy. and i can't sleep without you"
can't sleep without me? wow. wow. okay luke, okay, i get it, don't make me blush or even swoon, i know, i get it. fuck you luke.
"geez alright i'm gonna sleep"
he then tightens his hold on me, i can feel his cold lip-ring on my cheek. it's good that the lip-ring is cold, because my cheeks are burning and flushing
"good night ems."
"night lukey."
i shut my eyes, slowly and carefully, imagining things i love so that i could fall asleep.
halloweens, christmases, airplanes, hot drinks, polaroid pictures, books, films, dogs, luke...
wait,
luke?
•••
"ems! wake! up! em-i-ly!"
i bury my face into the pillow and groan as loud as possible
"ems, for god's sake please wake up"
then i feel a pair of cold hands on my ankles, tugging me.
half of my body is on the floor, but my torso is still on the bed
"uhhhhhhhhhhhhh" i groan
i hear a huff and sighs, then i feel the cold hands on my face "wake. up."
"nooooooooooo"
the cold hands lifts me up and carry me up. "whaat?" i said, slurly–well actually more of a drunken slur, to be honest.
"luke put me down, i bed not now"
"your morning grammar is so bad" he chuckles
honestly i don't know what happened next, all i see is luke's back, but i hear my mom and sister laughing and talking to luke, then i hear him awkwardly laughs again, then i smell food. i wanna reach food! but luke is trapping me by carrying me on his shoulder. then i feel cold breeze hitting my bare skin, and my hair's everywhere. i heard luke's car door opened and i was placed on the passanger seat upfront
he huffed, probably tired after carrying me "ems, jesus, i was like carrying a dead body out of the house. people were staring"
i answer him by humming, because my words wouldn't sound right anyway.
"oh, you're cold. here," he took off his jacket and cover me up with it. of course, i fit. his jacket is huge, or i'm to small. either way it fits perfectly on me.
he then closes the door, and i close my eyes once more.
•••
the wind woke me. i flutter my eyes open and slowly adjusting the light. the windows are rolled down, the ac is off, i assume, the radio is blasting my chemical romance. i turn my head to see luke with his sunnies on. i move my legs so it would hit the floor of the car. luke's head turned onto me, then he smiles "morning"
i stretch myself and his jacket slides off of me "morning. where are we going?" i pick up the fallen jacket and put it on, covering my shivering body "home. but first, some refreshing view would be nice."
he turns his head back to the road as i fix my uncontrollable hair. "let me guess, that rock-beach thing?" he smiles and nods. i look outside the window, letting the wind hit my face, and enjoying the semi-empty road.
"you look cute in my jacket,"
i turn my head and giggles "i know. too bad the owner of the jacket is ugly"
"hey! that's not nice." he then forms a pout, the ever-melting cute pout he always do whenever i make fun of him. i laugh and turns his head back to the road. i hug my legs and crank-up the volume, as planetary go! is playing.
we have finally arrived at the beach. this beach is so lovely, i've fallen for it. it's like my getaway—our getaway. i don't want to lose this special place, i only want to share this with luke and luke only. because i love him as much as i love this rock-beach.
err... as a best friend. yes.
"hey hi hello ems, come here," luke screams, he's on the edge of the cliff and is waiting for me, as i walk oh so very slowly, i am practically a sloth
"okay chill please."
"no i won't 'chill', if you were a pokémon you'd be slowpoke."
"if you were a pokémon you'd be magikarp, because you're useless."
luke gasped, and at that moment i have arrived by the cliff "you're so rude today" he frowns, his bottom lip goes all the way, and i'm not gonna lie–he looks adorable. "shut up. let's just enjoy the view."
he sits on the edge and so do i.
no, i'm not scared to fall. because every inch if this place have my trust, and luke has my biggest seal of approval. i trust him completely handling with my life.
the view is amazing, the ocean is as blue as luke's eyes, then again, luke's eyes are also as blue as the sky.
i lean my head onto his shoulder, and sighs, letting a breath out in awe. "amazing."
luke answers with a light hum.
and it feels like time has stopped,
and the world belongs to the two of us,
we are the rulers,
the king and the queen,
the only one who mattered,
feels like the world belongs to us and us only.