Luke's P.O.V.

"Luke..?"

"Just, please, listen to me."

She notices the guitar that is in my hand, furrowing her eyebrows together in confusion. I myself take a really, really deep breath before I start to strum Ashton's guitar and sing the lyrics to the song that reminds me of her.

(Nothing Like Us - Justin Bieber)

Lately I've been thinking,

Thinking 'bout what we had

I knew it was hard, it was all that we knew

Have you been drinking?

To take all the pain away?

I wished that I could give you what you deserved.

'Cause nothing can ever,

Ever replace you

Nothing can make me feel like you do

You know there's no one,

I can relate to

And know we won't find a love that's so true

(Chorus)

There's nothing like us

Nothing like you and me

Together through the storm

There's nothing like us

Nothing like you and me,

Together

I gave you everything, babe

Everything I had to give

Girl, why would you push me away?

Lost in confusion

Like an illusion

You know I'm used to making your day

But that is the past now

We didn't last now

I guess that this is ment to be

Tell me, was it worth it?

We were so perfect

Baby, I just want you to see

(Chorus x2)

By the end of the song, I don't even dare to look up to see her reaction, and if I would, I wouldn't see much due the tears streaming down my face. My voice even cracked when I sang the last chorus. I wipe my tears away with the back of my hand, keeping my eyes straight to the floor. I lift the guitar off my shoulder, I cannot bare any more weight on them now. And that's when it happened.

"Luke."

"I'm sorry, I should better go..." My voice is barely above a whisper, too affraid it'll break again.

"No." She sternly says, before grabbing my face and planting soft pecks all over it. Saving the best for last: my hungry lips.

She pulls me by the collar of my shirt inside her apartment, I myself closing the door shut with a kick of my foot. I turn her around so she's pinned against the door, her hands running through my knotty hair. Her lips taste just like I remember them to; strawberries with a hint of mint. And hell, that drives me crazy. I pull her thighs up, it's up to her to wrap her legs around my waist. What does worry me, is that I can feel how much thinner she got. I can almost wrap my whole hand around her upper thigh. But that's something to discuss later on. Right now, we're discussing who's winning the tongue-twisting battle. Sounds gross, but it feels like heaven to me. Again, I turn around so that my back is facing the door, now I can quickly move around to find the couch. I softly lay her down, her still being attached to me, I hovering over her.

We continue to passionately make out, I don't ever want this feeling to stop. She makes my mind go insane, and she knows it. Every time we touch, I get this tingling feeling throughout my whole body, it just sparks between us and she can't deny it now. I need her, and she needs me.

After a good amount of minutes, my kisses are getting sloppier, making several marks on her neck and collarbones, in much dislike to her. By now, she is on top of me, legs intwined. The end of the very heated make out is announced by the tiniest peck on my nose, which I found really cute of her.

She lays her head on my chest, wrapping her small arms around my waist. I do the same for her, but only with one hand so the other can stroke her hair. To my surprise, her hair is now much lighter in color. I think it's bleached, like Michael did, only hers is still quite healthy and pastel blue, when Mike's is close to dead and green. Like the Green Lantern.

I really liked the vibrant blue on Charlie, but I absolutely adore this color. It suits her pretty pale skin and dark eyes.

We lay there for God knows how long, in complete silence, before I break it.

"Charls?"

"Hm?"

"Do you still love me?"

"Never stopped."

"Okay."

"Do you love me?" She returns the question.

"Unconditionally."

And after that, there's a short silence again. A good kind of. Just us two, laying on that white leather couch, in complete comfort.

"Why are we always like this?" She asks.

"Like what?"

"This, going back and forth, fighting and apologising."

"I honestly don't know, Charlie. But I promise from now on, it'll end. I mean, we both know we're sick of these constant bickering, so why not try to stop them?"

"You're right."

"I always am."

"Oh, sassy Lucas, I like that."

"I know you do."

"Hey, keep it down a bit yeah, I can be sassy too if I want to."

"Sure." I laugh, making her laugh too.

"What time is it?" She asks, reaching out for her phone on the coffee table, but her arm is too short, so I pick it up for her. I press the home button, lighting up the screen.

"Uh, around, uh, eleven thirty in the evening." Great timing to start stuttering, Luke.

She almost questions my behavior, but she just takes her phone in her hands and stares at the home screen.

"Oh." Her mouth falls open in an O-shape, already knowing what I was stuttering about.

"I guess I never really changed my background." She tries to explain herself, but I shake it off by just laughing.

"It's okay, mine's like that too."

She softly throws her phone to the other couch, laying her head back on my chest.

How can we go from almost strangers to 'lovers' within hours? It always has been a question to me.

What also has been a question in my head for the past time, is Joy and Ashton. I can't believe they are going to be parents in less than seven months now. It's incredible what can happen in a time span of eight months. I take a deep sigh at the thought of it all. What is clear to Charlie.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Just this all, what happened with Joy and Ashton."

"Oh, Ashton told you?"

"Yeah, it's crazy. But they'll work their way through it, I'm almost 100 percent sure of that."

"Same here, they have a really strong connection." She pauses, then laughs. "Connection, I compare my friends to internet. I'm so lame."

"Pretty much yeah."

"Hey! You're supposed to say 'No, that's not true, you're very smart and kind to your friends.'" She continues to laugh at her complete nonsense, making me stifle a laugh aswel.

When the laughter had completely died down, a big yawn escapes Charlie's mouth, causing her to put her hand over it. I ask her if she's tired, she just nods in response.

"Go to sleep then."

"Right here?"

"Why not?"

"Okay." She sighs. "Good night, Luke."

"Good night, Charls." I hesitate to say the next words, but do it anyways. "You know, I still remember the first day I fell for you. And I haven't got up ever since."

But when I look down, I see her already long gone.

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