Faking It || l.r.h

38. Band

*Avery's POV*

I don't know what hurt me more, me pouring my heart out to Luke about how I feel about him and he couldn't pick up the hint or continuously giving him advice on what to do about trying to love Brooke. What kind of person pushes the one they love to love someone else? An idiot, that's who.

I'm a huge idiot for doing all of this. But it's because I love him that I have to let him go, right? And because I'm with Ashton.

It surprises me how often he comes over. There probably should be some sort of limit, though, 'cause even though Ashton was very understanding when I told him nothing was going on between us, I don't think it's a habit I should pick up. Not a lot of people want their girlfriend or boyfriend to be in constant contact with their ex; friends or not. The distance from Luke would do me some good anyway; always having him over isn't gonna help me get over him.

After he left, I cleaned up our empty mugs and popcorn bowl and headed upstairs.

As much as I enjoy his company, he can't come to my house all the time. I don't want to upset Ashton 'cause I care about him too much. Maybe it's because when I start to feel for someone, I fall too hard. I don't know what it is but I do know that I don't want to lose him.

I laid in my bed and stared up at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to overtake me. As my eyelids began to feel heavy, I heard some scratching at my window and quickly sat up, half expecting to see Luke at my window again even though he left not too long ago. I let out a disappointed sigh when I figured out it was only the branch and I got out of my bed to pull my window shut and then I pulled the curtains together.

I went back and laid down to try to fall asleep again. I really have a problem. I'm imagining him coming over when he's probably in his own bed; definitely not thinking about me might I add. How can I ever get over him if he has this sort of spell over me that causes me to constantly think about him?

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"Good afternoon to you, too." I smiled as Ashton pulled away from kissing my cheek. I stepped outside and closed the door. "It's been a while since you guys have had a practice."

We walked to his car and he opened the door for me. "I know right? Things kind of got in the way of it." He shrugged.

He came around the car and got in the driver's seat, driving off when he was situated.

"Who's house will it be at?" I asked as I was replying to a text Dylan sent me a few minutes ago.

"Luke's." He said.

I froze up a little and my heart beat a little faster. I don't know why that news seemed to shock me, it's not like I haven't been talking to him. Maybe it's his family I'm more worried about. They seemed to really like me and now they'll see I'm with Ashton and might think differently of me because of it.

"Oh, okay." I nodded, looking out the window.

"Are you okay?" He asked. "Do you not want to go? I can tell them I can't make it and we can hang out if it makes you uncomfortable."

"No no no, I'm fine. I want to be there." I turned to him and smiled for assurance. "Besides, I ran out of videos to watch a long time ago." I chuckled.

He laughed and placed his hand on my thigh. The simple move caused butterflies to erupt in my stomach and my heart to beat harder than before.

We soon arrived and we parked along the side of the road. When we got out, I noticed all the other cars in the driveway and the side of the street so it looks like everyone else was already here.