Paisleys pov

I drive to Alex's house, not caring if I get a ticket for speeding. I know what she did and she's not getting away with it.

I slam on the brakes once I get to her huge ass house, I lurch forward due to it but I don't care. I unbuckle myself and throw open my door, taking fast steps until I'm at her front door. I knock until she answers the door.

"Hey Paisl-"

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!" I yell, interrupting her and taking a step backwards before I slap the bïtch right out of her.

She smirks "I don't know what your talking about." She feigns innocence.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." I snarl, if looks could kill, she'd be dead right now.

"Oh, did your little boy toy tell you about me?" She smirks.

"No I figured it out all on my own. Why the hell did you do that? He's my friend!" I yell.

"I thought he needed a reality check. Be realistic here Paisley, he's a geek, a nobody. I made you into a somebody and he's single handedly ruining your popularity." She spits. I couldn't stop it, I lunged forward. I slapped her across the face and watched as a hand print appeared. "YOU BÏTCH! Don't talk about him like that!" I spat, walking back to my car.
"And I don't care if it ruins my popularity, as long as I have him." I mumble under my breath.

Next stop, Luke's house, again.

I begin to cry on the way there.
If Luke doesn't believe me, I don't know what I will do. He's become such a big part of my life and I really really like him, like as more than a friend.

I knock at the front door and try to open it, but it's locked. I keep knocking, I was literally just doing this for fücks sakes, my knuckles are hurting. Finally he opens the door, his eyes are red and puffy, matching mine and his hair is pointed in all directions as if he's been tugging on it.

"What do you want Paisley?" He croaks. Closing the door behind him and stepping out on to the porch.

At first I don't know what to say.. But after I stare into his eyes and take in his beauty, I realized that all I want to do is kiss him. He was always more than just a best friend to me, I just now noticed it.

I walk forwards and push him up against the door, my hands resting beside his head. I stare at him for a little and take in more of his features before pushing my lips to him and holding them there for a second, eventually he kisses back. I feel this explosion in my chest and butterflies erupt in my stomach, it feels amazing. We begin to mould our lips together and he lets his tongue slip across my lip, asking for entrance. I allow.

His tongue slips into my mouth, fighting for dominance, and His hand comes up to cradle my jaw. My hands which were previously beside his head were now tangling themselves in his hair, making it more messy than it was before.

The fireworks are still there by the time we both pulled away breathlessly.

"Wow." I hear him mumble under his breath.

"Did you feel that?" I ask him.

"What?"

"That umm-"

"Spark?" He finishes. I nod my head and smile at him. Silence takes over for a minute or two until we enter the house, then he speaks up. "Paisley?"

"Yeah Luke?" I say, walking with him to his bedroom.

"Why did you come back?"

I think for a second before responding. "I care about you Luke, I wanted to come back. Ignore whatever Alex said to you, it's a lie.... I'm sorry Luke." I say going up to him and embracing him in a hug. He strokes my head as we rock back and forth. "I like you Luke. As in, like like."

"I like you too paisley. As in like like." He pulls away and rests his forehead on my own. Our lips are centimetres away from touching,  I can feel his warm minty breath on my cheeks.

"I want to feel that spark again." He whispers, his eyes flutter closed slowly. It's silent for a little while before he moves his face closer to my own and then crashes his lips against mine.

And cue the spark.

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We laid there still, my head in his chest. Tangled up in the blankets in his room watching a Disney movie. I think it's called frozen. I wasn't really paying attention, All I could focus on was his steady breaths and the rising and falling of his chest.

"Paisley do you want to be my girlfriend?" He suddenly asks. A smile breaks out on my face and I snuggle closer to him.

"I would love to." I respond, picking up his hand and intertwining mine in his.
Still after only knowing him for a month and a half, I felt so close to him, he was my rock.

"Good." He says before flipping us over so he is hovering over me.
"Because after that kiss I don't think I can stay being just friends." He says cheekily before peppering kisses all over my face and then ending on my lips. I don't know where he got this sudden burst of confidence from, but I love it.

I don't know if I've mentioned this before but his lip ring against my skin feels like heaven. I love it.

I'm using that 'L' word a lot aren't I?

"Can I tell you something Luke?" I ask."Anything." He responds, sitting up and pulling me onto his lap like we used to do before.

"I always wanted to talk to you, I was just shy. I felt like I would creep you out if I just came and started to talk to you, so that's why I didn't approach you before." I pause waiting to see a reaction, he smiled and urged for me to continue.

"I remember seeing you walk to school, you always wore that same black beanie, a black sweater and black jeans. You carried around that notebook all the time, it never left your side. You were and still are so fascinating." I said, the smile that broke onto my face never left as he buried his head in my neck and nipped at it. "Where is your notebook by the way?" I ask him, I haven't seen it around much.

He lifts his head up, kisses my cheek, then gets up, my body already feeling cold as he leaves. He walks towards the kitchen and then comes back a moment later with it in his hands.

"Can I look at the pictures Luke?" I ask, he nods and hands it to me. I begin flipping through them, they mostly had dark angels or some kind of beautiful flower. Then I flipped to a divider marked P-❤️.

(A/N)

What do you think is in the notebook?

Thanks for reading loves!

-Caitllin