Me and Luka

NOTES ON CHAPTER 3: (short chapter)

1. Thanks for the feedback from Chapter 1 & 2. I've lots of ideas that everyone shared with me that I'll definitely try and use! I've been so busy with stuff that I've not had a chance to do much on the story, so this chapter is all off the cuff [=

2. For anyone starting with C3; you might prefer starting from the beginning because there are some things that are regular.

3. In the past two chapters, special characters etc. haven't come out properly (like acute and grave vowels) because I'm terrible at saving the files in the right format xD Sooo... I've left out the acute, grave and other things in this.

4. Pop me an email at belfastdude@hotmail.com [=

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Me and Luka

Chapter 3

Written by Alex

That night I woke up a few times. I had been dreaming continuously, and vividly, about Luka. Just walking... doing nothing else, and him smiling. I felt embarrassed at myself for being so fixated on him after just meeting him two days before. I kept asking myself if he was gay or not, even though I was completely sure that he was. You know when you force yourself to doubt things? Today would be a good day though!

I went downstairs to find everyone had left again; my dad had to do translation work in the European Parliament, so would be gone until next Monday, and my mum was having all sorts of work tossed at her by the men she worked with, they are complete pigs. My brother, probably the most illusive of the family, didn't bother coming home last night; so altogether I had peace, which was quite rare in the mornings, although regular at nights. My parents were still good to me though; I'm lucky in that sense I suppose.

I ran upstairs quickly, brushed my teeth and flossed them, then blasted Laura Marling's album and pranced about the house completely happy. Being a geek, I put on the morning news and had it on mute, to find the snow in the lower part of the city had been heavy last night and that many schools were closed. I knew that my school wouldn't be though; the principal (head master) would have you walk miles in the snow to be there or give you detention, but that's another story altogether.

I realized that the snow outside was still quick thick from yesterday, but not much more had fallen. I hoped so bad the busses were still on. I live in an area that is both rural and central to the city, which was quite odd. But my house was on a high-lying part of the city around Black Mountain, which was often a problem during the winter as the city council refused to have the streets salted and transport was often cancelled. I felt ill realizing that there were no horses to be seen in the fields from the windows at the front of the house. Perhaps they had just moved under heavy foliage as opposed to the lands' owners leading them to the wooden shelters to protect them from the frost.

It was a lost cause. I put on my clothes, forgetting about the uniform and walked down to the slippery path to the main road. It was clad in snow.

"Crap!" I shouted quietly, as I came to realize that I would not be able to meet Luka. I gave him my number, but I forgot to grab his. What is he waited in the cold? Would he hate me?

I lay in bed watching daytime tv, sitting on my laptop doing virtually nothing. It was a dull, freezing morning; and I couldn't turn the heating on in case a spider was in the garage; I have an acute phobia of all things six and eight legged. My blanket was too thick, which meant I would be too warm or too cold. I sided with the cold.

At 11am, the doorbell rang. I knew who it would be. Irritating Megan from five minutes up the road who took my time to talk about herself! Things couldn't get much bleaker that morning... I crawled into the landing and looked down the stairs, my head poking out to see the window on the left hand side of the heavy oak door. "Ughh," I thought. They must be standing in front of the door! Usually people would peer into the window as they knew how much I hate answering the door - they sometimes even walk round the back of the house to look in the windows just to catch me hiding! I decided to answer.

With the thick blanket wrapped around me, I walked lazily to the door, my head aching and tummy churning with who it could be; Megan, Eefa or Sian. I turned the two locks and pulled the handle to see... oh my god what must I look like! Luka smiled and said hello, while I, smiling back of course with my heart throbbing, went pure red at what I must have looked like with the blanket wrapped around me going to answer the door.

"Love the Vivienne Westwood coat!" he laughed.

I smiled back.

"Shoosh!" I said, trying so hard to laugh. "Are you skipping school?"

"Naw, school's closed! It's a miracle! And no traffic on your road, so walked it up. Eefa said she'd be down later but her mum's trying to get her to tidy the house up!"

He laughed again; the timbre in his voice so powerful, the vibrations in every pinch of laughter making me want to jump in him.

"Aww, come on in! Wanna coffee?"

"Okay!" He seemed so... interested.

"You can make it," I laughed.

I pointed into the kitchen and smiled sarcastically at him.

"Back in a second!"

"Kay mister."

I ran upstairs and dumped the blanket onto the floor, quickly putting on a pair of black skinny jeans and a baby blue tee, then ran down, trying to slow myself down as I hurried towards the kitchen.

"Kettle's on."

I smiled. "Thank you."

"So... em, wanna go into town tonight? We can walk to mine and get a bus from there, they'll definitely be on... not sure if they'd go into town though..."

He was trying; and he became god... quite quickly!

"Yeah! Or you could stay here and watch DVDs or something, then I could walk you home?"

Shit. That sounded too full on... no it didn't. Hmm.. it did. Agh! I blushed and looked at him, too embarrassed to make direct eye contact.

"That'd be cool!"

We both smiled, me coming out of hazed regret mode and switching to try not to seem desperate mode.

"We didn't even get to say hello properly there!"

We both laugh, mine quite nervous. What did he mean? Within seconds, he was beside me, putting his arms around me. I hugged him back.

"So hi!"

I loved his little simple remarks.

"Hi!" I replied.

We both laughed. Maybe I should take a step back now actually... after that hug. I don't wanna creep him out. I was dangerously close. I looked up at him and smiled.

"Wanna watch something now?"

He smiled, staring at me, and put his hand on my arm. This was electric; I felt a shot of excitement and worry, I felt both good and bad, my knees were weak at his silken touch and my eyes must have looked shocked to him.

"In a sec."

He rubbed his hand down my arm, taking my left hand in his, moved gently towards me and kissed my lips; gently... smoothly... softly... I began to breath heavily, the lust in me close to roaring out. Luka put his hands on my waist, held me against him and kissed me again, this time his tongue carefully parting my lips, his hands wondering up and down the sides of my tummy and back. I involuntarily moaned and put my hands on his. The lust escaped as I kissed him back, gaining speed and force, my tongue pushing his, licking his, tasting his; my eyes watering from emotion, my mind not knowing if what I was doing was good or a mistake or even caring which of those it was, but just asking.

Five minutes later we parted lips, mine quivering, his eyes still closed, our hands still together.

"Now we've said hello," he smiled.

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