Luke: 16 or so

PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS A REAL PERSON STORY, AND COMPLETELY FICTIONAL. THIS STORY IS ABOUT LUKE MACFARLANE AND CHARACTERS I MADE UP, AND THE STORY IS TOTALLY MADE UP BY ME. IT'S ONLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES, NOTHING ELSE.

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Rate: R
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: Luke is 16 or so.

Word count: 788

 

Melissa saw him walking over the lawn to the main building on campus. His long and lean body was not to be mistaken, even at this distance. He puts out the cigarette and throws it in the ashtray. Such a good boy, she thinks.

A girl comes up to him and they share a laugh. Melissa knows it’s his sister. They are twins, but aren’t that alike, actually. She is pretty and nice, he is handsome. Prom is only two weeks away and he hasn’t asked her to it, which is weird, because they have totally been getting close during the History lessons lately. He’s so passionate about anything he talks about and he is so nice to talk to.

He has never been like all the other guys that has grown up to having conversations with her breasts. Luke Macfarlane is the guy that grew up from a dorky kid to the handsomest guy in school – and he’s the lead singer of the local garage band. They’ll be famous one day. He will be. Everyone knows she’s taken him, so he’s off limits for the other girls. She knows they are jealous, and she enjoys it.

Although, if she has to be honest, they haven’t actually done anything yet. They were study partners this whole semester, so they spent quite a lot of time together, but it was like he just froze every time she tried playing footsis with him, or stroke his arm.

He’ll be at Lance Davidson’s party tomorrow night, and hopefully he’ll be drunk enough to loosen up around her then, and something might happen. She feels a tingle down her spine when she thinks about what might happen. He laughs with some other people across the lawn and walks into the building.

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“You know what I’m saying, right?” she asks, leaning close to him so that he can hear over the music.
“Sure,” he nods, taking another drag from the cigarette between his fingers. He offers it to her and she accepts, glad she’s practiced smoking before.

“What are you doing after graduation?” she asks, her voice a bit fuzzy from the drinks.
“I don’t know yet. I might travel some,” he yells into her ear. She feels his hot breath against her cheek and that tingling feeling down her spine is back.

“I’d like to see more of our beautiful country,” he continues. “The wide open spaces and the peacefulness…” he takes another drag of his cigarette before putting it out on an ashtray. He takes a sip from his beer and she watches his hand grip the bottle. He moves it to his mouth and pouts his lips to drink. She closes her eyes a bit. That hand on her and those lips on hers’.

She shakes her head and sees the girls on the other side of the room. They watch her with him and say things to each other. She smiles at them and know they hate it.
“I’d love to travel too. Europe, Paris, Italy,” she says, putting an arm around his shoulder. He becomes stiff under her touch, and she leans closer to continue talking to him. “It would be so romantic.”

“I guess it would,” he laughs, taking another sip. “I’m just gonna go…” he says and gets up, quickly walking out of the room. She smiles, happy that her touch made him hurry off to the bathroom, even if she rather would have had him alone somewhere.

When he hasn’t returned twenty minutes later she decides to look for him. The girls by the wall point at her and exchange some words when she passes them. She sees Nate by the punch bowl and asks if he knows where Luke went.
“He walked in there a while ago,” he says and points at a door. He laughs with his friends by the bowl, which makes her feel a bit uncomfortable.

She walks over to the closed door Nate pointed at. She slowly puts her hand on the knob and turns it, slowly opening the door. Over the noise from the music and the crowd the people inside don’t notice her arrival.

On a couch in the room is Luke, his shirt thrown on the floor. A guy, also with his shirt off, is draped on top of Luke, kissing him. His hand is between them, hidden between their bodies.

She gasps for air and quickly closes the door behind her. The girls by the wall laughs at her, as does Nate and his friends.
“Hey, you’re not the first!” Nate calls to her as some kind of comfort. He holds out a drink from the punch bowl to her and waves her over.


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