I woke up early--long before Luke. It was around 7:00am, and I wasn't very tired from last night like I should have been and like he was. I got up and made some cereal and ate a banana. It was nice not to wake up with a pounding hangover for once... Unlike Luke. I then started a pot of coffee for Luke because he liked when I did that. I literally make the worst coffee in the world, but he always says he likes it.
I heard him shuffle around in the other room, and I suspected he was up. But he didn't rouse for another two hours. I decided to let him sleep in as long as possible. Besides, it was Sunday.
I heard the chair to the kitchen table drag across the floor behind me.
"How are you?" I asked without turning around, pouring him a cup of coffee.
"I don't remember a lot of last night, but I'm doing better," he shrugged and took the mug I was offering to him. "Thanks, Hal."
"Welcome," I said. "...You're gonna get a kick out of this," I added as I let out an exaggerated giggle.
"Kick out of what?" He looked puzzled. His brows furrowed into his forehead and his mouth frowned, making his bottom lip ring poke out at an angle. His sandy blond hair was flipped up in a messy style from a heavy night's sleep. His piercing blue eyes wandered my face.
"You totally asked me out last night," I burst out in uncomfortable laughter. Maybe I shouldn't have even reminded him. It's not like he meant it, right?
He choked in mid-sip. "I did?"
"Yeah, but, forget it. It's not like you were being serious so... I'll let it slide, Hemmings." I gave him a wink.
He drummed his fingers nervously up against the mug and gave me a concentrated glare before he turned away in embarrassment. I decided to let him have a moment to himself to-- I don't know-- maybe pinch himself for thinking he could actually say shit like that.
I gave myself some busy work to make this moment less awkward by putting the milk away, rinsing my mug, washing my hands... Luke finally shattered the awkward tension.
"Hey... Haleigha?" he asked. I looked over at him. "I think I-- ...I think I meant it," the words rushed out of his mouth. I felt my heart flip inside my chest, and I couldn't associate this with a certain emotion because his words had taken by complete and utter surprise.
"What?" I choked out. He couldn't be serious. Was he still drunk? He was still drunk.
He gave it an extra second of thought and sprung up from his chair toward me. "It's really crazy, isn't it?" he murmured in a hushed tone. "But I mean, we never promised we wouldn't date each other. That wasn't part of the deal or even in the tiny print at the bottom of this imaginary contract." What had gotten into him? I shook my head.
"No, Luke, no. Listen to what you're saying? Doesn't it sound crazy? I mean, literally not even twenty-four hours ago you were calling me a loser... But in the way I like it when you do! And now..." I stared him down. I tapped my foot and gave him an immediate suspicious look as an idea sparked in my head. "Is this because of last night? Because of how I complained to you about guys?"
"What?" he shook his head, "...No!"
"YOU'RE SUCH AN ASSHOLE!" I spat. It was about that. He didn't actually want me. He felt bad for me. Ugh, just look at him thinking he had to step in all because I couldn't land my own guy. Who did he think he was?? ...Well, he's sure as hell not my boyfriend, that's for sure.
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the promise ➳ hemmings
Fanfiction| Promises are just very sincere lies. We make them thinking that we'll keep them. But in time, our motivation to keep them fades-- just like the hope and trust others had in us that they wouldn't. It's just sad to think that's what our relationship...
