Me and Luke skated back to the front of my house and I huffed, clearly annoyed.
"Come on" he said, "you have to go in there!" I rolled my eyes and pulled the 'yo serious?!' face at him. He shrugged and lightly pushed my shoulder and raising his eyebrows, nodding his head forwards to indicate for me to go inside. I huffed once more then went up the few steps in the front garden and through the open front door.
Once I stepped inside I motioned for Luke to follow me in as I did not want to be home alone with my mother right now. Cautiously he placed a toe on the hallway carpet before using all the rest of his confidence to pull himself inside. I chuckled at his face. "You don't need to be scared" I whispered, not wanting to be heard by anyone but him. He took a deep breath then said "I know I've just never been in another girls house before," He turned bright red.
I tried to stifle my laughs but it just wasn't happening. I collapsed in a fit of laughter as we tiptoed not-very-quietly up the stairs. "What?" he asked, but I just waved him off, still giggling to myself at his excuse. "How have you never been in another girls house before? Surely you have had at least one girlfriend?" He shook his head.
My mouth opened in shock. I just stood there staring for a while, my mouth agape until he said, "you might want to close your mouth. You don't want to catch flies" Then it was his turn to laugh.
We searched upstairs for a moment until I found the perfect room. "This one!" I squealed in both excitement and delight, bringing a small smile on Luke's face. He opened the door and stepped inside. "Perfect."
After a small (or maybe a little bit longer than that) trip to the store, we had everything we needed to decorate my room.
Slopping paint onto the rollers, we painted the four walls a cozy grey when suddenly I felt a huge splat of paint on my cheek. "You did not." I hissed at Luke. A smirk rose onto his face until I wiped it off with the flick of a paint brush.
I started to giggle and soon, once again, we were on the ground sides hurting from all of the laughing. Luckily, in this time, the paint had dried and we could put up all my posters and lights. A bucket of glue sat in the middle of the floor as we covered my wall in pictures of all time low, Any Biersack, even Kurt Cobain (r.i.p). Lights were strung up and around the room giving it a warm light and a homely feeling. (find the room on Polyvore. My name is drummergirl95)
Just as I put the last light up I heard the strum of a guitar behind me. "You play?" I asked Luke, slightly irritated that he didn't ask to play my guitar (yes I am very protective of them. They are my life and soul) He nodded before passing me my other electric. I started to play the beginning of Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana and his mouth stood agape.
"We should totally play together some time" he said and I nodded before answering "we have to put these guitars up on the wall though." He replied with a simple 'oh yeah' and we got back to work putting up the hooks then placing the guitars inside of them. Now all that was left to do was make the bed.
Luke pulled out the instructions with a oh no. Lets say that it wasn't a total disaster, but we ended up having to call Jack, Luke's brother, in to help us (that's for you Coll is Cool). In the end everything worked out well, but I still hadn't figured this boy out. I don't want to go to the 'if it is the last thing I do stage' but I'm scared that I will never really know Luke Hemmings.