100k Special

Just a goofy idea :)

"A concert huh?" You grumbled to yourself as you walked down the road towards Juleka's house boat. You knew you had been grumpy since you had returned—but what was new? You were always moody.

"Y/n!" Rose shouted giddily.

"Hey girls!" You forced yourself to smile.

"We're just waiting on my brother—he's tuning his guitar downstairs but should be up shortly." Juleka spoke softly, but it was the most confidence you ever heard from her. Music truly did her good.

"Are you guys ready to rock?" You heard a incredibly calming voice announce himself.

You turned and your eyes met his instantly. His eyes were a bright blue and you noticed his face fall a bit more serious. He cleared his throat and stepped towards you. He was incredibly tall and dressed with a nice band look. His blue hair was shaggy and fell over his eyes that were now shining again as he allowed himself to smile.

"Hey." He held out his hand towards you. "I'm Luka."

With a gulp, you took his hand into your own and consciously shook it firmly.

"Y/n." Your name barely left your lips, your heart was stammering within your chest.

"Are you a musician too?" He asked and you felt a smile tug at the corner of your lips.

"I guess you could say that—"

"She's a beautiful pianist!" Rose chimed in.

"Ah the piano." Luka smiled. "That was the hardest one for me to learn."

"Really?" You lit up with the small idea of a challenge. "I found it quite simple."

He grinned. "Quite humble."

"Thank you." You laughed as you did a teeny fake curtsy.

Your back straightened and you noticed your friends had begun to set up their equipment, but he stood still staring at you.

"What?" You asked with a raised eyebrow.

He shook his head, a slight laugh leaving his lips. "It's dumb."

"I doubt it." You pressed.

He hummed, staring into your eyes for another thirty seconds, you counted. "I think meeting you just changed my life Y/n—this feeling—it's rocking my world and I have no desire to go back." He winked as he met up with Rose and Juleka.

"Don't go." His voice begged.

You stood there in front of the door to his room, your hand clenching the fabric above your heart. "Luka-" your voice broke.

"You can't go back to New York." His grip on your wrist tightened ever so slightly. He tugged and pulled your back against his chest. Your eyes widened and your breathing hitched in your throat.

"You belong here." He whispered as his free hand trailed down the length of your arm. "Stay with me—please."

You turned to look at him and his hand that had been holding your wrist interlocked with your own. His eyes were full of emotion and showed a hint of dare. You had never been so near him before and you were worried he could hear how fast your heart was beating.

You made a 'tch' sound and looked away completely flustered. "You stupid motherfucker-" the heat only continued to rise on your cheeks when his fingers lightly grasped your chin and tugged it back in his direction.

"Why do you do that?" He questioned softly. "Pretend like you don't feel the same things I do?"

You bit your bottom lip and your foot began to tap nervously. "I-you know why!" You snapped and he sighed, shaking his head ever so slightly.

"You know." He whispered, leaning in closer to talk directly into your ear. "I could make you forget his name." You shivered. "More than that—if you really wanted it."

His eyes met yours once more—asking the permission he longed for. "Okay." You whispered.

Something shifted in him entirely. His hand laced into your hair and the one clutching your hand he used to pull you closer against his chest. His lips met yours in an instant and you quickly melted into the rhythm.

"Why" he whispered as your lips parted for a second—just for him to press them together again.

"Did we—" another.

"Wait-" another.

"So long-." Last one.

"To do that?" He smiled, finished with the kisses he peppered to your lips.