❝You were the first real love I ever had; and all the things I ever said; I swear they are still true ❞



For when you spill your guts.





That night, it seemed like everything that could go wrong did. More things went wrong than right, and by the time I realized Alison completely screwed me over on a ride home, I really didn’t think that my night could get any worse unless we were faced with a meteor shower or the apocalypse.


All I had wrapped around my body was Luke’s stupid navy blue sheet, which he probably thought was such a classy couture color. It did compliment my skin well, but that was beside the point. I was still walking down his stairs in his bedding, which probably looked scandalous enough on its own, but that, coupled with angry and annoyed look on my face, just screamed disaster for any bit of confidence I still had left.

The second my feet hit the kitchen floor, everyone in the house had their eyes on me, as if they couldn’t believe what they saw. Only the few people we had been playing truth or dare with knew what the whole thing was about, so everyone else’s minds were left to run wild, and trust me, they did. I could just see the gears turning in their heads with every glare and deep intake of breath.

I tried to ignore them and headed straight for the door. I honestly didn’t know what I was going to do and I didn’t have a plan outside of get the hell out of there, which seemed to be going fairly well at that point.

The air outside was chillier than I remembered it, and when I stepped outside, I realized just how long of a walk home it was going to be. I didn’t care though, because I still had a small bit of pride that refused to let me ask anyone for a ride home.

I had only gotten about three houses away from Luke’s before I heard his voice calling my name. It was honestly the last thing I expected to hear. I guess I was expecting police sirens or the honking of Naomi’s horn, but it seemed like nothing was happening the way I thought it would anymore.


I didn’t want to turn around. I didn’t want to stop walking. I didn’t want to have to see Luke’s face or have to be confronted with whatever embarrassing truth he was going to tell me. I just wanted things to be different or at least to make sense again, because the whole night was just messing with my head.

Luke wouldn’t let me just ignore him though, and his hand on my shoulder spun me around to face him, and the look on his face was nothing short of hilarious. He looked angry and confused and annoyed all at once. If I hadn’t been so mad myself, I would have laughed at him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, his hand still placed on my shoulder. It seemed like every time he touched me he always forgot to pull whatever part of his body away.

I didn’t really want to have the long conversation about how Naomi had ditched me, that I was walking home and that I needed to hurry because it was starting to get chilly, so I just looked at him with a somewhat smug look on my face.

“I’m walking home. What does it look like?”

His eyebrows furrowed and he let out this weird annoyed chuckle that I would never be able to repeat no matter how hard I tried.

“Alison, you can’t walk home like this. You don’t have any clothes on.”

“Sure I do,” I said quickly, throwing one hand on my hip and using the other to hold up his bed sheet.

“Those aren’t clothes,” he nearly shouted, tossing his hands out in front of him. “Those are my bed sheets.”

“Do you want them back? You can have them if you’d like.”

Luke shook his head the fastest I’d ever seen him, moving his hands back in forth. “No, no, no, you keep it on.”

“Okay, if you’ll excuse me, I have to be getting home now.”

I turned on my heels as quick as I could, shooting away from Luke like he was the plague. The more distance I could put between him and myself the better, because it was less likely he was going to chase after me again.

I’d barely made it a few steps before he was darting forward, catching my hand in his and spinning me around. This time when my eyes fell on him, he didn’t look angry or annoyed anymore. He just looked confused or concerned or something else that I couldn’t place.

“Alison, why are you doing this?”

Though that sounded like a simple enough question, it really wasn’t. I’d already spilled my guts to Luke and told him absolutely everything that I could. I had told him how much it hurt me that he never wrote, and how disappointed I was when he didn’t call. I had told him about how he left me in the dust, but none of that seemed to matter to him. It was like he didn’t get it, or he didn’t care.

I didn’t know what else to say, because I had already said everything. Almost everything.

“Because I loved you, Luke. Back before you left and everything changed. Because I was stupid enough to think something could actually happen between us.”

The words were out of my mouth before I even had a chance to think about them, let alone take them back, and I’m honestly not sure that I would’ve if I could.

Luke just looked back at me with his eyes two sizes too big and blinking slowly like he’d never been more confused in his entire life, and dear god, how that terrified me. It was one of those looks that it made it impossible to predict what was going to happen next. It was like an M. Night Shyamalan movie, because you knew there was going to be a twist, you just didn’t know what it would be.


















(a/n): hello! so, i'm back from my long long hiatus. i hope you guys enjoyed this little snippet of my new story, this is going to be an au fanfic -- but the boys will still be famous and things. i know a lot of you are probably wondering when i'm going to update runaway heart and hopefully i will soon! and if you guys have a wattpad follow my account @/ justintimbrlake bc i'm going to be published the full story of runaway heart + art and a few others as well!!




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