"You're doing it wrong."Luke says lowly in my ear, trying not to wake up my parents.

"What? How? Show me then, please?" I say unsure of what I was doing. Luke grabs my hand and fixes the guitar pick, leading my hand across the strings. When I get the hang of it I start back playing the song. Singing softly.
"I hope life treats you kind,
And I hope, you have all you've dreamed of
And I wish you joy and happiness,
But above all this I wish you love...
And I- - "

"What the hell are you guys doing?" My dad interrupts staring at me and Luke sitting on the floor. He does things like this everytime Luke comes over.

"Oh Luke was just showing me how to play this song, I didn't mean to wake you up. I'm sorry." I say

"Yea we know you are, what did I tell you about being with him?" My dad sneers. Luke nervously bites down on his lip ring and looks at me.

"Um, I have been hanging out with him since I was eight. There wasn't a problem until you came back." I state. What I said was true, my dad left my mom when I was two, my mom was friends with Luke's mom and I met him when I was eight, we have been best friends since. When my dad returned from rehab he became paranoid with me and Luke and hated him because he was the only male that I let into my life. If that makes sense.

"Watch how you talk to me young lady" he raises his voice. Me and Luke stand up and he grabs the guitar.

" Who are you to tell me who I can hang out with and how to talk, because from my memory you never raised me so leave me alone, and most importantly Luke!" I say running outside. I hear footsteps running after me but I continue.

"Britt!"I hear Luke call out. I stop. I don't turn around to meet him instead I wait until he reaches me.

"Everything is alright" he says hugging me

"No, I was tired of him being mean to you" I say as he pulls away. We start walking towards his house.

"It could have been worse but I think you handled it the right way. Thank you for sticking up for me." He says placing his lip ring in between his teeth

"No prob Bob." I laugh running in front of him. He runs after me.

"Last one to your house has to carry the other one home on their back" I yell to Luke knowing that I was going to make it to his house first. I hear him trying to run faster but by the time he gets closer to me I was already at his front door.

"Ha"I smile avoiding the pain in my legs.

"That wasn't fair" he pouts. I stand on my tippy toes and pat his head.

"Neither is politics" I laugh, he gives a small grin and opens the door. The smell of pasta invades my nose and I hear music from the kitchen. Like turns towards me and places his index finger over his lips. He quietly walks into the kitchen with me not far behind him. When we enter we see Luke's mom dancing in her socks to James Brown, she sings into a spoon and then spins around quickly. Noticing us she screams.

"I thought you would stay with Britt for tonight?" She asks a little out of breath

"Well plans change, so we decided to come over here for a while" Luke says with a smirk. His mom blushes at the fact that we seen her dancing and turns her radio off.

"Well I was gonna invite some friends over but they had to work late so you guys can eat dinner here" she says pulling the plates out of the cabinet. Luke and I take a seat across from each other as she hands us a plate and sits next to me.

"Mum?! I was wanting you to sit next to me" he says with a pouty face.

"And I want a house in America" she says with a smirk

"Its not as nice as it is here trust me" I say

"Well next time you go to visit we gotta go with you" she says taking a mouth full of pasta

"Okay" I smile

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After we eat we help Ms. Hemmings clean up and head to Luke's room.

"So I wrote something, well actually Michael helped me a little but it was my idea" he says sitting on his bed I sit cris-crossed in front of him on the floor.

"Really?Am I allowed to hear it yet?" I ask

"Of course" he smiles and starts to strum his guitar.

"I love that accent you have when you say hello
You relocated from New York a month ago
That minivan that you drive really gets me going
And if it feels like its right
Then it can't be wrong
Walk my way Mrs.All American
Say my name
No need to pretend
Don't be shy Mrs. All American
I'll show you why
You're not gonna walk away
Yeah"

I clap my hands as Luke sits his guitar to the side and takes a small bow. He then sits back in front of me and smiles.

"Was it good?" He asks

"It was amazing! But I have a question..."

"What?" He asks confused

"Well what was your inspiration" I ask

"Well me and the boys always wanted to visit America, so we just wrote a song about everything that we liked and put it into a girl who is Mrs. All American" I smile at the thought that him and his band put into it but kind of felt sad because the first three lines sound like me. I originally lived in New York but left to get away from my father, and my mom owns a minivan that I drive around town with Luke often. I try to hide my disappointment as he rambles on about the song but my mind keeps going to the fact that what I thought we had wasn't as special as I thought it was...

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Hey guys! Thanks for reading my first chapter! I worked really hard on figuring out how I wanted the storyline to go and I really appreciate you reading! Please do not forget to comment.....
Ily! And remember to smile!
P.s....
I put act my age as the song for this chapter because well there really is no reason why  I guess it was just stuck in my head and yea idk...