Entwined

Luke Hemmings. What more is there to say about a childhood best friend who forgot you?


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22. Chapter Twenty-Two

Mia's POV

I changed into the nice, dry clothes that Luke had offered to me and I quickly came back out into the open. I had a lot on my mind that I wanted to share with Luke, and I knew I had to tell him soon.

As soon as I exited the bathroom, I walked into the living room, where I assumed Luke was, to ask for something to put my soaking clothes in. 

"Hey Luke?" I shouted to the figure sprawled out on the small couch.

"Yes?" He replied, raising his voice from low to high.

"Do you have like a plastic bag or something that I can put my clothes in?" I asked, trying not to giggle at how weird he was being. He turned to look at me as a goofy grin spread across his face.

"Why as a matter of fact, I do. Right this way, m'lady." He told me in a proper voice as if he was my butler. Then, he offered his arm out to me as if he was my escort, and I took it.

We headed towards the kitchen, and I carefully waited at the counter as he pulled out a bag for me. It seemed like he was taking a long time. 

"Luke? Is it really that hard for you to find a shopping bag?" I laughed. I waited for a response, but I didn't get one. All I could hear was the continuous shuffling of Luke looking through his cabinet, as well as the crumpling sound of plastic bags.

I decided to get closer to him in order to figure out what he was doing. I slowly approached him. From his shoulders up, Luke was shoved in the cabinet, so I decided to tap his shoulder, since I knew he wouldn't see me if I just said there.

Right as my fingers made contact with his shoulder, he jumped, hitting his head on the inside of the cupboard. I laughed, realizing that I probably must have startled him.

He quickly pulled out, rubbing the back of his head.

"What was that for, you jerk?" He joked.

"Oh, I'm sorry Lucy, I didn't know you had such a low pain tolerance." I said sarcastically with the same tone he had given me.

"Alright, Miles. That's it. I've had enough of your shenanigans!" He shouted, jumping up into the air. I screamed as he started chasing me around the counter.

We stayed like that for practically five minutes until he finally caught me and threw me over his shoulder. He then proceeded to tickle me. I tried not to laugh, but it was impossible.

"Lukey! Stop it! I surrender, you win! I'll do anything I swear!" I shouted out, in between laughs. 

He stopped and put me down as soon as I said that. "Anything?" He asked with a sly grin.

"What do you have in mind, mister?" I questioned while crossing my arms and tapping my foot. I too had a smirk on my face.

"You'll see. Close your eyes!" he shouted as he rushed over to his refrigerator. I did as I was told and I waited for Luke to come back over to me. 

Once he returned, I noticed he must have been holding something in his hand. 

"Okay, open your mouth." He commanded.

"No." I replied, giggling and shaking my head.

"Common, don't you trust me?" He whined. I couldn't resist.

"Fine." I said, opening my mouth wide. In an instant, something was shoved into my mouth. I carefully bit down and my mouth was immediately filled with fire.

"Ahhh!" I screamed, whipping my eyes open. I saw Luke was no longer in front of me, but instead he was rolling on the ground in a fit of giggles.

I didn't have time to ask him for help, so I raced over to his sink and spit the substance out. I then took continuous gulps of water from the sink in an effort to cool my mouth, though it did not help very much. I stood there in agony as Luke continued to die on the floor.

After what seemed like forever, Luke finally collected himself and got back up. He then held up a glass full of a white substance.

"Here, drink some milk. It helps with the heat." He told me, ushering to the cup.

I quickly grabbed it and chugged it down. Once I was done, I turned to him again.

"What was that? You know I don't like spicy foods!" I scolded, playfully punching his shoulder.

"It was a pickled jalapeno. And that is exactly why I made you try it." He grinned evilly. "You were the one who trusted me."

"Yeah, well I'm never going to trust you again!" I giggled. Then, he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the living room.

"I think it's best for us to talk." He said.

Once we got into the room, I plopped down on a recliner and he sat down on the couch across from it. He started to speak. I could tell he was a bit tense.

"Listen, about the whole Savannah thing, I think that we should just forget it."

"Agreed." I responded. He smiled at me and I could tell he was loosening up. "But, it did make me think of something." I kept going. I watched as the nervousness returned to his eyes.

I started to feel really guilty about what I was going to do. I knew it was going to hurt, but it seemed like the best thing to do. I took a deep breath.

"Luke?" I asked.

"Yes, Miles?" He responded.

"Well, um..." I bit down on my lip. "I don't know if we should really be dating..." I trailed off.

I watched as his eyes slowly began to lose color, similar to how he looked in the waiting room the day I saw him for the first time in years. I forced myself to look away, since it was too sad.

"I think that we should just be friends for now. I mean, we really are rushing into things. We've literally been dating for about three days, and already so much drama has happened. Plus, we haven't even known each other that long. I mean sure, when we were little we were best friends and all, but we barely know each other as teenagers."

I watched as his face began to droop. I couldn't bear it, but I kept going. 

"We also said we loved each other on the first day we started dating. I mean, how do we know that? For all we know, love is something completely different. We're just kids, we don't know!" I forced out. "I think we should just try to be friends and get to know one and other more first. Then maybe we can try to date again, if we're sure that we both want to. Okay?" I asked. I was relieved to get it off my chest.

Luke looked me up in down. I could tell he was hurting, but he put on a pretty face for show.

"Yea, i'm cool with it," He gave a fake smile, "Though it will be hard to resist kissing you, Miles." 

I laughed at his corny attempt to lighten the mood. I knew that right now he is probably aching, but sooner or later he'll come to terms with it. It will just make more sense to become closer friends first anyway.

"Okay Lucy, I've got to get heading out." I said, checking my phone for the time. 

"K, bye then!" He said, waving to me. I stared at him.

"Aren't you going to walk me to the door?" I asked.

"No, why would I do that? This is how I say goodbye to my friends." He joked. 

"Fine then. Goodnight!" I told him, opening the door to exit.

"Goodnight!" He called from the other room.

As I walked back home that night, I couldn't be more sure that I had made the right decision. I knew that if we became closer as individuals, then we would have a better relationship.

I smiled thinking about how clever I was.

The only concern I had was how Luke would cope with it. I knew from when we were little that he got attached to things really easily. I remember once when we went on a hike through my back woods, he found a leaf he named Sherman. Then, when we headed back home, the winds picked up and Sherman blew right out of Luke's fingers. I remember him being devastated and crying for hours over a leaf.

I started to become more nervous. If he acted this way over a leaf, how will he act about losing me?

Then again, that was when he was little. He probably has changed a lot. Isn't that the reason we decided to become just friends in the first place?

I let out a sigh of relief as I came to the realization as I crawled into my bed and drifted to sleep.

 

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