Forgetting Luke

This is a typical love story. You have the protagonist. The new girl at school who's extremely pretty and whatnot, who secretly has depression. Her name is Suzy. You have the hopeless romantic who the protagonist 'falls in love' with. His name is Luke. You have the best friend, called Naomi. The best friends soulmate, Michael. The bullies. The boyfriends friends. Just a load of friends. You have the new home, the dead family member, the 'overprotective' mother who really doesn't care. Then there's the twist. This love story isn't perfect, in fact it might be the opposite of one. This is how Suzy, our protagonist, forgot Luke. (Thanks to all of my co-authors: Suzy_Hemmings, ShortPrincessa and Emress for working with me and helping me with my very first Movella) Updates any time from Friday-Sunday (hopefully) (Outfits for story on Polyvore)


38. Sometimes the Window Should Be Locked

Luke's Pov~
I stood outside her window at the end of the street.
The streetlamps cast a cold glow onto the scarred road, guiding me in the light.
It was midnight. Everything was dark.
A warm light spilled from the fingerprint covered glass that protected her from the out side. From where I was standing, I could see her sitting on her bed alone in only a jumper and a pair of shorts.
Her blonde hair, that normally fell low below her shoulders, was tide up in a tight yet messy ponytail, showing off a clean face. 
She never wore makeup. Probably never will.
I picked up a rugged stone and tossed it in my hand three times.
Once for myself.
Twice for luck.
Three times for Suzy.
I threw the rock at the window.
As the rock hit the window, the impact made Suzy flinch slightly, then jump at the noise. Her head turned and her eyes caught my.
Suddenly I couldn't speak.
She rose from where she stood and sat down on her window seat. Gingerly opening the window, she rolled her eyes.
"What do you want Luke?" she called out, her voice echoing down the street. Her bearly audible, polish accent was prominent, even though Australian was beginning to take over.
My words stumbled over each other. I felt like I was going in circles.
"I was, you know, like, I was wondering, was, if you could, like, you could, come with, like, come with me?"
I stuttered. 
Her eyebrowd arched as she pulled a face of confusion.
"What? Just spit it out Luke. Come on"
She responded, looking irritated.
"Will you come with me to this place that we went to before... you know..." 
I rubbed the back of my neck as I finished mumbling the end of my sentence.
"Your allowed to say it Luke. It's not like I'm going to be offended."
She sassed. 
I didn't know she had it in her. 
Can you see my sarcasm?
"Before you got amnesia. There, I said it. No big deal."
She huffed and thought for a second. 
After what seemed like forever, she finally replied;
"Where are you taking me?"
"Is that a yes?" I said.
"Then I'm not telling you,"
"Why not?" she wined.
I chuckled.
"It's a secret," 
"Ughhhhhhhhh," she groaned, swinging her legs over the window.
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!" I joked.
"No," she stropped like a 5 year old, "I don't want to,"
She stuck her nose up in the air, a giggle escaping her lips.
"Well that's rude," I laughed, pretending to run away. I actually just hid behind a nearby bush.
"Romeo? Romeo? Where art thou Romeo?" She called out in fits of laughter.
"I'm right her!" I shouted, leaping out from behind the bush.
"That's not the line," Suzy complained.
I shook my head.
"What is it then?" I asked.
"I don't know," she answered honestly, shrugging her shoulders.
"Then why did you ask me then?" I laughed, holding me chest in pain.
She just shrugged again. "I don't know,"
"Well then, I'm going to go Disney." I started.
I climbed ontop of the bin and held out my hand. Throwing her head back in laughter, Suzy grabbed the stuffed tiger that sat next to her.
"Yes Aladdin?" she said, starting off our little role play.
"Do you trust me?" I asked, putting on a terrible Indian accent.
"I will as soon as you stop talking in that accent,"
She grabbed my hand and leapt from the window, but not before putting her tiger back down on a pillow.
The bin, however, could not hold both of our weight. Plus, the impact of Suzy jumping on it did not help our cause.
Soon enough we were on the floor, Suzy landing ontop of me.
"Oh my gosh I'm so so sorry," she rushed, pushing herself up on her elbows and standing up. She held out her hand.
"It's fine," I replied, accepting her help.
Once we were both up, I grabbed her and flung her over my shoulder, taking off down the street.
An old couple on in their front garden stared at us as we went by.
"Will you two stop? We've had to listen to you for 10 minutes now! All those references are making my head hurt." The old man shouted, sitting up in his camping chair.
"Shut up, Harold." The lady scolded, smaking her husband on the arm. "Can you not see these two are obviously in love?" 
'Harold' huffed, obviously annoyed.
The old lady turned to us. Suzy was still on my shoulder as she said, "You better treat her right, young man. And don't ever let her go,"
When she stopped wagging her finger, I responded,
"I don't plan on leaving her anytime soon." A grin plastered on my face.
"And, forgive me for asking, but why are you out at this time?" I said, curious at why this old couple were sat on a pair of deck chairs, in their front garden with a cup on tea, at ten at night.
"Oh goodness I didn't see the time! Come one Harold, lets go,"

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