His birthday was July 16th, and mine July 22nd.
On his birthday I went over to his house to have dinner with his parents. They asked me lots of questions, about what I liked to do and who I wanted to be. I had no idea, so I just made stuff up. They seemed to like me.
Afterwards, he led me towards the living room, where a piano sat. A large piano, one that you could tell costs lots of money. He skimmed his rough hands over the keys, and I sat next to him and asked if he played. He said he did, and he played a song right there. I didn't know what to do so I listened in silence, pretending I knew enough about music to think it was amazing.
On mine we made a shitty cake together in my kitchen, my parents watching from the table and laughing at how silly we were. They were overjoyed to see me spending time with a boy, and seemed to like Luke too.
That night we went out to the hill by my house, lying on the wet grass, not caring how soaked our clothes got, under a dark blanket of stars. We talked about when we were younger. I loved to hear about all of his memories, and to see him smile faintly, just thinking about simpler times. I let him kiss me roughly, for the first time, and his hands ran over my body and under my shirt.
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suburbs // luke hemmings short story
FanfictionBored kids in a boring town, that's all they thought there was. - part 2 of the 12 months series cover made by @-tides