Love Again

My name is Becca Kohler. I share a birthday with my childhood friend, Luke Hemmings, and everything I know, everything I am, is because of that boy. I've lived next door to him practically all of my life, but suddenly, that's changing. You don't really want to hear my story, do you? Oh.. okay. Well then, let me start from when I was 15 years old, and maybe then, you will understand.

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1. Chapter 1.

My name is Becca Kohler. I share a birthday with my childhood friend, Luke Hemmings, and everything I know, everything I am, is because of that boy. I've lived next door to him practically all of my life, but suddenly, that's changing. You don't really want to hear my story, do you? Oh.. okay. Well then, let me start from when I was 15 years old, and maybe then, you will understand.

"Luke!" I yell, trying to find him. He thought that it would be just fucking hilarious to hide from me while I was in the bathroom, and now I can't find him. I've searched nearly everywhere in this damned house. Nothing. He wouldn't really leave me like that, would he? A lump grows in my throat as the thought of him actually leaving me crosses my mind, and I try to force myself to contain the tears that were beginning to well in my eyes. I can't speak without choking on my words, so I refuse to speak at all. I quickly force myself up the stairs and into my bedroom, my vision blurring more and more with each step, each tear. I push the door open, hitting it against the wall, and jump onto my bed, burying my head into my pillow.

"Becca? Becca, are you okay?" Luke steps out from God knows where, sitting on the edge of the bed and placing his hand on the small of my back, rubbing circles with his fingers.

"I thought you, nevermind," I choke out.

"You thought I what?"

"Nothing. It's nothing."

"Really?" He sounds surprised. "It can't be nothing when you're in here, crying. It has to be something if you won't even talk to me." His voice is calm, yet excruciatingly sad.

I slowly lift my head just enough to see him. His eyes are glossy and puffy, like he is going to cry at any given second, and his beautiful face is turned down into a frown. Why is he so upset? "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" he laughs, a couple of tears falling as he does. "What's wrong is that you won't tell me why you're crying and it's breaking my heart into a million pieces with each tear that stains your damn beautiful cheeks." He lifts his free hand to wipe away some of his tears that were beginning to fall and the ones that have already fallen.

I sit up, staring at him, utterly bewildered. "Where were you?"

"Nowhere." He turns his head away from me, no doubt trying to hide his face because he's crying. I reach my hand across the bed and place it on his. He turns back to face me, shock written across every centimeter of his face. "What you doing?" he asks, concern written in his voice and I can't help but laugh.

"It's called consolation, ever heard of it?" I joke.

The corner of his lips quirk up into a smile and the tension leaves the room. "I don't know. I think you'll have to show me some more."

I roll my eyes playfully at him and get up from the bed, only to be pulled back by him, landing on top of him as we both fall into a fit of laughter. He begins tickling me, and I try to find any excuse that I can to get him to stop. "Luke, stop. I really have to use the bathroom," I say, trying to remain as calm as I can.

"You just went," he laughs.

"I know but I have to go again," I groan.

"Nope," he simply says, and instead of letting up on his inevitable tickling, he intensifies it, making me squirm in all kinds of ways.

"Luke!" I scream, begging him to stop. He just laughs and keeps going. Inwardly, I find a solution that will make him stop, but do I have the confidence to do it? Of course I do. My inner goddess is nodding furiously at me, her eyes wide with excitement, her lips in a smile, and I give in. Instead of squirming, I roll my hips into his, pressing our bodies against each other in all the right places. Luke's hands cease their actions, still holding me at my sides, and his eyes are wide as they bore into mine, his lips parted slightly. "Now, will you stop?"

He licks his bottom lip, opening his mouth once, as if to say something, but he closes it back. He repeats the action, no words escaping his mouth. Completely speechless, he nods, making me laugh. Lucas Robert Hemmings, you're so damn flawless.

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