Lukes POV

Im hoping that Oakley doesn't truly think that i'm high. I've only done drugs once in my life and that was about a year ago at a party, but i'm not stupid enough to actually do drugs in my own house.

I said that I was because I wanted to cover up what I was really doing, and the reason that my room smells like shit is because there is a skunk outside my window- he's there every now and then, wandering along spraying things as he lives life.

I rubbed my eyes burning eyes, wiping the last of my tears away before they could come out.

"Are you alright?" I heard her ask, I looked over at her and nodded slowly before looking forward out the wind shield again. I just wanted to try and at least have a little fun, because I usually never get to do that.

"I'm not high." I blurted out.

"Then explain your bloodshot eyes and smell of skunk." She replied quickly.

"Crying makes your eyes red, and there is a skunk that lives outside my window."

"You're on the second floor of your house."

"So?"

"How could the skunk reach up there? Listen, Luke i'm not mad. You aren't the only one in this car who has done drugs before." She reassures, shrugging.

"Im not doing drugs." I mumbled, looking down at my fiddling fingers.

"Alright." She ended it there and I was happy that she did so, even if it did bother me from the fact that I know she didn't believe me.

"So... where are we going?" I asked. I looked over at the blue haired girl, her brown roots were showing, I figured that she would fix that soon.

"The beach. I know a good restaurant on the board walk.."

I nodded.

To be honest, I was still confused on why she agreed to hanging out with me. I know Megan wanted her to do it, but she gave me a second chance.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, the words slipped from my lips not to rudely since apparently that was a habit of mine.

"Doing what?"

"Actually taking time out of your day to hang out with me?"

"Because."

"Because..." I lead her on, 'because' wasn't an answer.

"Because I wanted to give you a second chance. I-" She let out a small groan. "You seem very lonely."

"Is that bad?" I asked. I liked being alone, I wouldn't say I was a lonely person. I'm just a teenager who has no friends, thats all.

I don't think I'm lonely. I have my mom, and that skunk.

"Yes, it is, you're what, eighteen? Eighteen year olds need friends. They need to have fun and get out of the house not be stuck in it all of the time." She spilled, I narrowed my eyes.

"Maybe I don't like people." I added, shrugging as I tried to keep my attitude at a 'chill' level.

"Well you should like people. Your mom won't always be there for everything.." She mumbled.

I rolled my eyes, that wasn't true, was it? My mom has always had my back- although that might be the biggest reason why I was bullied throughout high school.

I didn't know how to respond, I didn't want to start an argument. Even if I seriously didn't want to be out in public and even if I really didn't want to get attached to this girl.

- - -

We arrived at the beach, The sun was providing us with massive heat. I should've worn sunscreen or something because I don't tan- I burn.

I took off my vans before stepping in to the warm sand that seeped in between my toes.

My lips cracked into a small smile, but I instantly went back to a straight face.

"God its so beautiful out!" She spoke happily as she pushed her sunglasses on to the bridge of her nose.

I shrugged, it was alright, I hate outside but if I did like it, I'd probably be enjoying this a bit more then I am right now.

"Oh come on, you know you're enjoying this." She nudged my side with a smirk growing wide on her face.

I gave another shrug, I didn't know what to say- I didn't want to admit that this was actually pretty nice.

The breeze blew gracefully through her hair, my eyes locked on her for a minute, but I instantly pulled away.

I can't let it happen. I can't find her attractive.

I can't get attached.

I felt and heard my stomach rumble, a soft chuckle escaped from her lips, "Lets go and eat." She suggests before signaling me to follow her up to the wooden board walk. I did as she signaled and followed.

I kept my eyes focused on the scenery around me and not her.

Being eighteen and hormonal and not wanting to be attracted to someone is actually very challenging, but my reason for not wanting to be attracted to her is the only thing that is holding me back from even making the smallest move.

We soon approached the restaurant, it was a beach type of theme, yet it was still very nice for a small restaurant that lined the beach.

"Have you heard of this place?" She asked. I looked down at her, then nodded "Uh, yeah, my uh, my dad used to take me here a lot when I was small." I admit. I bit my lip, I hated mentioning my dad. To many memories flowed along with that name. The name I loved, yet dreaded.

"Thats nice, um, if you don't mind me asking, what happened to him?" She asked, rubbing up and down her arm as she looked up at me.

I looked down at her, my heart skipping a beat as the question was asked. I was trying to convince myself not to mention it to her, but a voice inside my head told me that it was okay- that I could trust her.

So, because of these instinct voices, I spilled it.

"He uh, he left my mom and I when I was nine. Yet I don't know why because my mom never wanted to mention it to me. I personally think that he was an alcoholic and I know for sure that my mom wouldn't tolerate that- but I mean, I feel like he was doing something to her. Something.. something terrible. It still irritates me to this day because I know for sure that she is hiding something." I admitted.

I swear that is the longest thing that I've ever spoken. I looked down at her, weird butterflies fluttered around in my stomach. I shook my head, beginning to lean towards bailing this and going home.

It was happening. The thing that I was trying so hard to avoid. I've only felt this way once and that was a few years ago when I actually had a girlfriend for a few months, I knew what it was and I didn't like it.

"I- Im really sorry. I know how you feel on some terms. My dad was a drug addict for a while and my mom still hasn't told me about it. I mean- I figured out by seeing the drugs in his closet, but I'm still bothered by why she wouldn't have told me. I could've tried to help him through it." She spilled to me, shrugging. "Im sorry, I know that you probably don't want to listen too my stupid life stories." She spoke, letting out a nervous chuckling as she shrugged and look down at her hands.

I felt.. bad for her. She understands. There is actually someone who understands how I feel.

"N-no, no its fine. Its uh- its comforting to know that someone understands." I spoke honestly, looking over at her and cracking a smile.

She looked up at me, some shock spreading over her face, but her eyes lit up with happiness. The shock was probably from my smile.

Maybe feeling this way wouldn't be too bad after all.

Yet the fear of commitment will always stick with me- and its not because of my past relationships.

"Two?" A lady asked as she picked up two menus. Oakley and I nodded. The brown haired, freckled faced lady smiled, "Alright, you two can follow me." She spoke, smiling as she turned around and began to walk, we followed, yet stood closer together this time.

[OHHHHH SHOOOOOOT. Okay I'm sorry this chapter kinda sucked, I have a 3 hour layover in Arizona and I decided to finish this up :) I promise things are going to start getting interesting!!!!!!! Thank you guys so much! -Kirsten. P.s. I didn't edit yet so sorry if there are errors ]