The Cousin of a Pop Star (l.h.)

What if you were able to travel on a world tour? What if you met your idol? What if you played truth or dare with him? What if he keeps a big secret? What if you were the cousin of a pop star? © 2014-2016 michaelstacosxx


9. Runaway Failure

PAMS POV Luke. I didn't knew how much he had been there, but I was pretty sure he had heard me singing for a while. "Wow" He repeated. I was just there staring at him. No words came out of my mouth. When I could finally speak I just said "I...I'm sorry for taking yoir guitar without your permission." While I talked I was slowly placing the guitar on the couch. "I have to go to..." I didn't finished my sentence. Instead I jumped from my seat and ran up the stairs. I was so ashamed for he seeing me sing and play HIS guitar. Still, I couldn't believe how he hadn't showed any kind of angryness when he saw me. I found the library-yes, they had a library, and I loved it-and ran again to find a spot somewhere between the hallways of books. Pressing my back against the wall, I left my body slowly fall until I was completely sitting against it. I was breathing fast because of the race I had just did to get over here. I could just wish Luke wouldn't be looking for me. Or worst, that he would find me. That's when I heard steps. His steps going by the house like he was looking for something. Or someone. Me. LUKES POV I was speechless. Her voice was like hearing an angel sing. It was undescriptable. I managed to say "Wow." "Wow"? Really, Luke? Couldn't you tell her what a beautiful voice she had? No. Of course not. Idiot. I was trying to find her but I didn't knew where she had gone to. I started by looking in the rooms and I even knocked on the bathroom door just to check, but still I couldn't find her. Where would she hide? But more important, WHY would she hide? However, I thought about what she had said she liked to do. She said she liked food, listening to music, whatching movies, reading books, drawing... Wait. Reading books. That's it! The library! I headed over there half tiptoeing so I could hear anything that would tell me if she was really in there. Suddenly, a silent exhalation came from one of the library's hallways. Pam. I walked across the room, making the less noise possible, looking for her. And when I saw her, she was sitting with her back against the wall, her legst pressed against her chest and her head on the knees. I got closer to her and kneeled down so that my face was right in front of hers. Leaving a normal space between, right. I tapped her arm gently, and she almost jumped. She obviously hadn't heard me coming. We just stared at each other and then I decided to break the akward silence. "Why did you ran away?" I used a soft tone so she wouldn't think I was accusing her. At first she just looked away but then she responded "I...was just ashamed." "Ashamed? Of what? You sing like an angel, dear. And you can play the guitar like a pro." Woah, woah, Luke. Did you just called her dear? She chuckled and covered her face with her hands. "Stop it, Luke. That's not true." I smiled a little, how could she even think that wasn't true? "And you are making me blush and get nervous." I cautiously grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away from her face. She was all red. My eyes looked for hers. "It's is, in fact, true. I say it as one of the most sincere things I've said in my life. Don't you ever doubt of yourself and your talents." She smiled a little and said "One of the most sincere?" I chuckled "More or less." There comes the akwardness again... "Luke, listen. I'm truly sorry about how distant I've been with you know..." "Since the kiss dare." I finished her explanation. "It's okay. Don't worry." She looked away. "It's just head was a complete mess. We were getting along so greatly and then this happens, and I... I don't want things to be akward between us." "I don't want that either. I think you're really cool. And I am cool too." She laughed. "Cool people get along." She bursted into laughter and I did too. I needed a lot of my will so I wouldn't get closer and kiss her. Because, gosh, I really wanted to. I had never felt this way before. Well, I had, with Brooke. When it all started. But then it was like if she didn't loved me back and the relationship turned into something superficial. With Pamela it was different. A good different. She was beautiful in the outside and in the inside. Her presence made the place brighter. At least for me, it was like that. Oh, Lukey. You've lost your mind.
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