Chapter 1

          "Autumn, I didn't know you could be so scandalous," a voice called behind me. I was picking up my room and had somehow gotten my roommate of two months to help me. I swiveled around and stopped once I realized what was hanging loosely around his fingers.

          "Luke, I swear. If you don't give those back," I warned as I stood less than three feet away from him. My black laced thong was dangling in between his thumb and pointer finger. He wore a smug look on his face to match.

          He flinched forward at me and I instantly lunged at him. He escaped my grasp before I could stop him, to which he then sprinted out from my room and down our hallway. I chased after him as I shouted his name that were soon followed by more than a few profanities. I sped up to catch him and grabbed his shoulders from behind. I roughly pinned his chest to the nearest wall, not caring that it was nearly midnight and we had neighbors.

          "Primrose!" He called out through his lungs that I was definitely crushing. I wrestled with his hands that he wouldn't keep still and eventually snatched the garment from his hands. I stood still for a second and waited for him as he turned around to face me. My hands were balled in fists and every angle of my face was pulled downward. He looked me in the eyes and had his lip tugged beneath his teeth to keep him from laughing. We stood in tense silence for a few seconds before I lashed out and slapped him upside his shoulder.

          "You're such a little shit!" I shouted. He looked at his arm then at me, slowly rubbing it. I began to playfully hit him over and over for a moment, noting that he didn't even react. He kept quiet as he continued to hold back his laugh as I did too. I suddenly groaned as his lips curled into a half smile. I shoved him gently once more to make sure he received my message I across. "And don't call me Primrose!" I scolded through my attempted angry tone that was being ruined by an upcoming laugh. I tucked a piece of hair behind my hair as he stood up straight, pushing past me. I threw my hands in the air. "You are a nuisance, Luke Hemmings!"

          Luke Hemmings was the birdbrain, egotistical, barbarian excuse of my best friend. Miraculously, throughout the ten years of knowing each other, we haven't attempted to kill each other. Well, at least not yet. Despite my harsh description of him, I loved him to death. He wasn't really any of the things that my brain told me he was, he was actually quite the exact opposite. It was just difficult to see him as the gracious boy that I know he is when he has my underwear in his hand. It wasn't the most pleasant sight.

          Luke and I met when I had straight across bangs and he had the coolest light up shoes out of the whole second grade. I remember distinctly the first day he came into our class. He was just the shy new kid from across the globe. He sat at my table, directly to my right. I told him that my name was Autumn and the goofiest smile I had ever seen from a kid was plastered on his face. He was missing a bottom tooth and a top front tooth and I couldn't help but giggle at the spaces, but I never told him that. Later that day he was being taunted at lunch for his Australian accent that was different from all the other's. I stood up for him and then told him he could play with me at recess instead of the boys that I called "butt heads". I later got sent to the principles office for my language. Our friendship grew and grew through the year and we've been inseparable since.

          Once we reached high school, that's when we realized there was no way out of this, not that we wanted it to end anyways. When I was fifteen, he spilled soda all on my homecoming dress twenty minutes before my date, who I was practically in love with, showed up. I never once thought in that moment that I'd ever forgive him. But twenty minutes later, then thirty, then an hour, I learned that my date actually ditched me to hangout with another girl and actually never planned on going to the dance with me. That night I learned that I didn't really love the boy who was supposed to take me and that Luke's t-shirts fall right down to the middle of my thighs.

          A year later, just after freshly turning sixteen, I learned that Luke is actually very sentimental and will cry when his cat that he's had for only two days goes missing. Despite him being the same age as me and "mature" for his age, I let him come over at 10 o'clock on a Tuesday night and I comforted him while he acted that his life was in shambles. His cat turned up a few days later on his front porch. Then three months later she unexpectedly had six kittens, which one of them I still own two years later. That night my parents came home early from a fancy dinner and found Luke's head in my lap, sleeping peacefully. I lied to my parents and told them that he was gay and that it was completely okay, but then I had to fess up the next week when they overheard me talking to him over the phone about how he had finally kissed the girl of his dreams.

          The next year I started dating a boy named Ellis and Luke started dating a girl named Caroline. Caroline wasn't very nice, to put it in the most polite way, and they ended up breaking up three months later after she yelled at him for spending time with me. He was upset over the falling out of his relationship, but he would never let a girl come in between our friendship. Now as for Ellis and I, we're still together. It's been a year and a half and things are still going pretty strong. He makes me so happy and Luke and him are friends too. He never commented on how close Luke and I were, but I think he understood the point that we had a completely platonic relationship.

          Our last year of high school, Luke invited me to stay the weekend at his house. I gladly accepted since I had done it so many times before. I showed up half an hour before I originally intended to and ran into his room only to hear him in the shower singing out some song I had never heard before. Now, at first, I didn't realize it was Luke singing. I thought that the actual song was playing and I just couldn't hear the background music until he turned the water off and there wasn't any instruments playing. I was shocked at his incredulous talent that I stayed put in front of his opened bathroom door and just listened to his vocals. That was also the day I accidentally saw Luke naked.

          Let's fast forward to now. We're in our shared apartment in New York, both attending a small college in Manhattan for the upcoming fall semester. At first, I was weary to tell my boyfriend. He had moved into his older brother's home about fifteen blocks down and was extremely understanding when he found out the circumstances we were under. Ellis was accepted into some fancy school a few miles out of town. It was a kind of thing that only happened in books.

         Luke disappeared back into my room. I had always wondered why it had to be my room that was the hot spot for hanging out. I rolled my eyes and followed him, sliding my feet across the carpet that I'm sure that I would've like more if it was the late 70s. I lingered in my door way as he had seemingly vanished from my room. I took a look around in hopes to find him hiding in an obvious spot. I stopped once I realized that the multiple lumps of blankets on my bed were moving up and down slowly. He had obviously been terrible at trying to keep things as believable as possible. He was a sucker when it came to this game.

          "Hmmm," I hummed loudly as I tiptoed towards my bed. "I wonder where Lucas could be." I tapped my chin with my pointer finger and hovered over the edge of my bed. His blonde hair was peaking through two blankets that he failed to overlap. I took it upon myself and jumped right on top of him. "Gotcha!" I yelled as I clung to his body. He yelped and flailed his body in hopes to shake me off of him, but I wasn't letting go without a fight. Our childish laughter rang through our ears as we rolled across the queen sized bed, getting tangled in the mess of blankets.

          "Please stop calling me Lucas," he said after we were able to catch our breath. 

          "I'll stop calling you Lucas when you stop calling me Primrose." I folded my arms across my chest as I giggled at his request. This was one thing we shared, embarrassing first names. We adored each others and I've always known he hated his, I just recently confessed to him that I despised it and since then, I've heard it everyday.

          "But I like your first name." He sat up and smoothed his hair down.

          "And I like my middle name." I helped him flattened the few pieces that still stuck out on his head. I changed my focus to his eyes, one of my absolute favorite things about him. I could practically drown in them, right next to his dimples that he had that only showed when he smiled a certain manner. It was his genuine smile, which was what he had on now. "It's been way too long for you to know that I prefer Autumn over Primrose."

          "No, it's been way too long that I haven't realized I could've bothered you about it years ago. You've been calling me Lucas since the day we met, it's only fair." He snickered as I let my chin drop to hide my smile. As gentle and cautious Luke had been towards me with his actions, his words never failed to amuse me. Luke was very sarcastic and very snippy, but he's never actually hurt my feelings. Unless it was something dumb that I got over in a matter of hours.

          I threw my hands up in defense and gave into him. "Alright, alright." I stared back up at the familiar pale blue eyes and agreed to his request. "I'll stop." He smiled back at me and got off my bed, turning in a full circle as if he was looking for something but forgot what he was looking for.

          He was exceptionally tall. Me being 5'3", he had about whole foot over me. His broad shoulders didn't make me feel any better about it. With this then brings me to the fact that there was no denying that he was good looking. From his wavy blonde hair to the blue eyes to his dazzling smile. The fact that he was oblivious to his charm made him a whole lot more appealing. I'm not saying that I would pounce on him, I'm just saying that he was definitely easy on the eyes. Girls were basically throwing themselves at him, but he was too naive to take advantage of the gift.

          "Are you ever to get the red put back in your hair?" He asked abruptly. His head was tilted to the side, but it was just almost unnoticeable. I squinted my eyes at him, not really sure why he was asking this question. It was weird since I was just thinking about his own appearance. I wondered if we were thinking about the same things. I then took a piece of my hair and twirled it around it around my finger, examining the smooth fade from dark brown to a cool blonde.

          "I don't think so," I answered after a moment, scrunching up my nose. I rocked a red tint in my hair for years, but I needed a change once we moved up here.

          "And why haven't you changed out of that?" He suddenly asked, referring to my outfit that I went out with Ellis in this evening. A blouse and skirt wasn't my typical attire. I assumed Luke had taken that fact as I was uncomfortable. 

          "Why do you keep asking me questions?" I waltzed towards my drawers, pulling out a t-shirt and pajama pants. I swiveled around only to bump right into his chest. I got knocked back by surprise and took a step back. "Get out." I plainly said, attempting to move him from his stance in the middle of my room. I pushed on his side with my shoulder, but he stood his ground. I huffed and gave up once I realized he wasn't budging. "Please?" I said sweetly and he just smiled politely down at me. I frowned in return and tossed my clothes on my bed. "Do you want to see me naked?" I blankly asked. He raised his eye brows and faintly turned his head to the side.

          "It's not like I haven't-"

          "Alright, that's enough." I dragged my words, finally pushing him out once he cooperated with me and moved his feet. I held the door open as he fixed his gaze on me.

          "I can't believe I'm getting kicked out of a room in my own home," he said. I scoffed at his dumb statement and shook my head as I watched his smile grow.

          "Shut up." I shut the door on him, walking away from his meaningless rambling about how I'm mean and he's always so nice to me. I ignored him and tugged at the tight clothes on my body. I zipped my skirt down at tossed it into my laundry hamper, not even aware that I had completely missed. I pulled my sheer top over my head, but stopped once I realized it wasn't moving any further over my head.  I tugged once more, groaning at the apparent complexity of my shirt. "Luke," I sheepishly called out. He began speaking through the door again before intruding.

          "What do you-again?" I looked over my shoulder to see him looking rather unimpressed. I awkwardly grinned as I gripped the blouse tightly to my chest in fear of it falling down or ripping. He looked up dramatically and shuffled towards me. Once he came close enough, his hands pried at the top that was stuck in the clasp of my bra. His cold fingers caused me to wince. "You have a loose thread on one of the buttons in the back," he stated, still fumbling with the fabrics.

          "Thanks." I nodded my head as he continued to work on the string. He briskly flicked my shoulder once, making me jump. "Ow!" I yelled out.

          "Stop moving," he mumbled. He was able to unlatch the thread from the hook and let it lay loose on me. Without word I pulled the rest of it over my head and grabbed the t-shirt off my bed. "You wear that shirt constantly and almost every time I have to come and get it unstuck for you," he said in a motherly tone. He even had the crossed arms.

          "You sound like my mom when she tries to lecture me." I chuckled as I poked my head through the neck hole of the shirt. I smoothed it down as Luke's eyes watched my motion before glancing back up to me.

          "Is that my shirt?" He questioned with a slight irritated tone. I blushed slightly as I looked down to read a bold yellow 'Nirvana' written across the top.

          "Well maybe if you didn't make me do your laundry we wouldn't have this problem," I said matter-of-factly as I placed my hands on my hips. 

          "You should be ashamed of yourself," he grumbled in a joking tone.

         Living with him was definitely a chore, but I genuinely enjoyed it. I'm beyond grateful for being able to have this friendship and not let it affect with my relationship with Ellis either. In just a few weeks we were going to be attending the same college, taking the same classes, and taking such a major step in our lives. There was nothing more exciting than taking on the world with the two of the most important people in your life.

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A/N:

HI IVE SEEN SOME CONFUSION ABOUT THE AMERICAN SCHOOL SYSTEM I USE IN THIS CHAPTER: in america there's four years of highschool! freshman year is 9th grade, sophomore year is 10th grade, junior year is 11th, and senior year is 12th which is their last year before going off to college/a university

i'm excited :------) tell me what you think of it, i wanna know!!!!!

this is kind of on hold as of right now, i'll update whenever really, but it'll mostly get going after i finish walls! thank you if you're reading btw, i really appreciate it :,-)

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