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chwrpg · 3 years

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I burn! I pine! I perish! -- Cohen James

A NOTE FROM ADMIN B: Please welcome to the stage, Ash and New Calvin! (Sometimes I can still hear old Calvin’s voice....) I think it’ll be fun to see a new take on a character that has been a staple in Rosewood since day one, and we all know you can DELIVER so I can’t wait to see my new son on the dash!!!

OOC NAME/ALIAS, PREFERRED PRONOUNS, AGE & TIMEZONE:

Ash Thee Butch Queen, she/her, nice try, satan, EST

DESIRED CHARACTER:

Cohen James

HOW ACTIVE WILL YOU BE?

Hella to Kinda

SECONDARY CHOICE:

Omg, no

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER:

Cohen is a guy who is always thinking on both a big picture level and about the small things, and he knows that about himself so to offset that, he often does the impulsive thing - not because it comes naturally to him, but because he doesn’t ever want to overthink something so much that he’s paralyzed. He’s a free spirit and passionate to boot, so being stuck in any sense of the word didn’t appeal to him in the slightest. For the most part Cohen likes to think the best of people, giving them a lot of grace; some people only gave you once chance to make a good impression, but Cohen was often known to give second and thirds because he’s more likely to think of a glass half full than half empty. He’s grateful for his lot in life, well aware that he and his family had more money than any of them could spend in a lifetime, but he refuses to bury his head in the sand just because he was born wealthy in regards to the world around him. His heart is big and he shows it any way he knows how, and sometimes that means giving money to a person or cause without a second thought, but he also gives his time to do his part to leave the world a little better than he found it. Because of his impulse, he doesn’t always make the best decisions the first time around, but he’ll always try to right his own wrongs. In other words, his moral compass has known to get out of whack every now and then, but he wasn’t to proud to course correct.

SAMPLE WRITING:

The first time Cohen ran into Birdie, he literally ran into her. It was his first night in town and his cousin Cal along with Calvin’s best friend went to a bar called the Coyote Ugly in celebration of not only Cohen arriving, but also part of an apparently week long send off for his cousin who was shipping out for another 4 year bid in the USMC. He’d been in Rosewood in less than a day, and the bar that night was the first thing to really impress him despite both his cousin and friend going on and on about how much Cohen was going to love it here eventually. He didn’t know how much he believed that he’d find himself in Illinois of all places, but he was at least making himself be open to it

He was seven or 8 shots deep, jumping around on the dance floor with a group of people from some frat that despite the guys yelling it a lot, Cohen couldn’t remember when he declared loudly that he was getting the next round for everyone.

Spilling a girl’s drink wasn’t the most original meet cute, but Cohen figured it was okay since Birdie didn’t find it that cute anyway. Or rather, at all. His first glimpse of the aforementioned angel was that of an angel of fury, “Shit I’m sorry.” He told her after colliding with her, the girl leaving the bar just as he was approaching it. “Let me buy—” He looked up to see Birdie in her full annoyed glory and it was like he’d gotten hit by a 18-wheeler despite him being the one who did the colliding. ‘You should be!…’ she tore into him, really let him have it, but she at least let him get her another drink for not only her but the three friends she’d apparently come with, “Listen I’m new in town and I was wondering what you would think about you maybe showing me around? I’m Cohen.” Birdie snorted, and Cohen couldn’t decide if the face she was making while she looked him over was one of her being impressed by his nerve or off put. Either way liquid courage was a hell of a thing, and Cohen stood there with what he thought was a charming lopsided smile, but in all likelihood didn’t land the way he thought it did. 'I think I’d rather consume the drinks you spilled off off the ground. Watch where you’re going, Cohen.’ She breezed by him, and sure, getting rejected stung, but for some reason that he couldn’t and didn’t care to decipher, he wasn’t deterred – he just had a feeling that he’d see her again and when he did, he’d win her over for sure.

___

The next time he saw her, he was at the campus book store. He had a list of books he was needing for his classes, and had acquired all but one. It seemed luck was on his side though because the book store had exactly one copy left and it was all his. He decided to stick around for a bit, settling in to an empty table near the service desk while he scrolled through his instagram feed and he figured out how he wanted to spend the rest of his day. What had to be no more than 15 minutes later, a familiar, exasperated voice of an angel came from the very same service desk he’d been at. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but in his defense, if he hadn’t then how would he have known that the universe was giving him a second chance at a first impression? Because as luck would have it, the book she needed was the book he’d bought.

He went back and forth with himself on if he should approach her, but his legs made their mind up before his brain could when he saw her about to leave. “Hey, wait up.” He said, practically sprinting to catch up to her and cut her off before she left, 'Are you stalking me or something? I carry pepper spray and I’m not in the mood’. “What? No, wow, straight to stalking, huh? No I go here.” He pointed to his new badge, on a Red and yellow 'The Flash’ lanyard around his neck. “I was picking up books but I think it’s a good thing I am here because ta-da.” He told her, presenting her the French book in question, “I bought the last copy a little while ago.”

'Of course, because life isn’t already unfair enough’ She muttered,

“Come on, you gotta think good thoughts, here. Today is both our lucky days. You get this book and I get to see you again. Take it.” He told her and she looked at him suspiciously.

'You want me to take it? What’s the catch?’ Birdie asked, eyes narrowed in his direction. She was highly suspicious of him, obviously, but he knew he could turn it around, he just needed a chance, and the fact that they’d run into each other wasn’t exactly one in a million, (the town was only so big, let alone the student population), but them being there on the same day in the same time frame was enough to think that he was given a second chance to make a good first impression for a reason. After all, Cohen had met plenty of girls, but none of them had had the instant effect on him that Birdie had - it was like Cupid shot him with an arrow or something. “No catch.”

'No catch?’ She parroted suspiciously,

“Okay well one catch. You give me another shot at meeting you.”

She scoffed,

“Look I probably came off as a tool like Peter Quill levels of douche bag that night, but I was really drunk, my cousin and his friend wanted to show me the town. And I know that maybe when I’m drunk and think I’m being charming I’m really being obnoxious, but believe or not, I don’t actually suck. My mom thinks I’m the coolest.” He gave Birdie a hopeful smile, but she didn’t answer. It did, however look like she was contemplating, so he took that and ran with it, almost literally, making a b-line for the outside. And as soon as he was out of the door he came back in and walked up to Birdie, running his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face, “Hey, I’m Cohen and I don’t know if you believe in fate or not, but I just have this crazy feeling that this book should belong with you and not me…” He once again held it out to her and reluctantly, she took it. Even more reluctantly, Cohen got a smile out of her after the 10th guarantee that there were no strings attached.

He could have ended the interaction there, but he tempted fate, asking Birdie out to dinner. She said no, but the way she’d said 'nice try, though’ wasn’t exactly discouraging.

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He’d seen Birdie around a few times after that, but Cohen figured that there was a thin line between being charmingly persistent, and a creeper straight out of r/letsnotmeet, so he hadn’t approached her on any of those occasions. Besides, between school, being shown the ropes at HearstCorp, and still carving out time to do his own thing, Cohen had plenty of things to keep him occupied. And so what if he got a glimpse of the most beautiful brown eyes he’d ever seen every now and then that made his stomach morph into a pit of hungry moths? Plenty of people had pretty eyes, and a pretty frame that Cohen was convinced would fit perfectly with his own, pssh - he had a crush but he wasn’t Joe Goldberg.

So the next time he’d spoken to Birdie, it was because she approached him, not the other way around.

He hadn’t come to Rosewood with much in the way of clothing, figuring he could just pick up whatever he needed, and what he needed that day was not only a tux, but several business suits.

Cohen didn’t think it was needed, but there was a gala that his grandfather was putting on essentially announcing Cohen’s intent to one day take his grandfather’s place at the head of the company. It sounded like a whole lot of pomp and circumstance, but the excitement in which his grandparents spoke about it, made it impossible for him to shoot the notion down, (the way they talked about galas gave Cohen the inkling that they were like their Coachella) hence why he found himself at one of the upscale tailor’s on Rosewood’s main street.

'Cody’? It wasn’t his name, so while he’d heard it somewhere in the back of his mind, Cohen paid it no mind and continued on with his mirror selfies, waiting for the tailor to get back with his measurements and proposed alterations.

'Cody!’ The voice registered that time, and Cohen whipped his head around to see Birdie, “It’s…Cohen, you didn’t remember my name?”

'Cohen, right. Sorry’. Well that sucked, but she at least genuinely looked as if she’d regretted the faux pas. 'You clean up nice’.

He could feel a blush creeping up his neck as he watched her eyes roam over him; it more than made up for Cody, 'Is that Tom Ford?’

“Uhhh… yeah totally. Maybe, I don’t know. I liked the way the jacket looked. It gives me Bruce Wayne vibes, right? You really think it looks good? I have to go to this gala thing and I didn’t have anything to wear so my grandpa told me this was the place I wanted to be. Everybody’s real nice so I’m not mad at it. What are you doing here though?” He asked innocently, and it wasn’t lost on him that she didn’t answer his question, but he didn’t call her out - it was a little weird, but she was curious about him so he wasn’t going to mess that up…on purpose

'Gala, what gala? I’m pretty much up on every social function and there’s no gala on the calendar for at least the next three months.’

“I think invitations are going out today. It’s kind of for me technically. My grandpa’s just kind of stoked on me working with him on like some family business vibes so it’s gonna be a whole bunch of people who are really happy for me or maybe hate me who I have no idea who they are”. He chuckled, sending a sparkling, soft smile in Birdie’s direction.

He couldn’t exactly get a beat on what she thinking in her head; was he talking too much? Did he seem braggy? He didn’t want to seem braggy. Braggy was the worst.. Luckily, the tailor came back, and after a quick conversation, Cohen told the guy that he’d take the tux as well as the suits he’d picked out earlier. He pulled his wallet out and handed over a black card, polite to the tailor, but wanting to get back to his conversation with Birdie, “So anyw—”

'what kind of business does your family do?’ Birdie asked, and Cohen answered, “Publishing and media pretty much. It’s not all that interesting. Hey, so crazy idea and I swear it’s not me asking you on a date, but since you know so much about galas, maybe you’d want to come? No pressure if you don’t, it’s just I won’t know like 95% of the people there and you’d probably be helping me not chop my arm off just so I wouldn’t have to shake anymore hands.” He moved his arm up and down, and damn if he didn’t feel like a goddamn superhero for making Birdie laugh.

Things were going so well, so of course they had to be interrupted; this time by Birdie’s phone ringing. She took a look at her phone, muttered 'shit’, then focused her attention back to Cohen, her braids whipping around from the motion in a way that for sure wasn’t going to be a thing he thought about all the way home.

'Mmm, maybe. I’ll think about it. I’ve got to go though. See you later, Cohen.’

“Later days!” He called back when she was already just about out of the door, “Later days? What was that?” He berated himself only for his own phone to ping with a notification, and when he pulled it out of his pocket he saw 'From Instagram: Birdie Stratford started following you’

He spun in place, then gave his reflection a wink and the gun, powered by nothing less than pure elation, “Whooo I’m in the game, baybeee! Bruce Wayne who?”

ANYTHING ELSE?

Bro, why is this shit so long? Good luck reading through this BS. You should have never called me a fatass kelly price. 1985 or whatever.

#accepted #submission

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skiller0dani · 5 years

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S O U R | Chapter 1

Street Racer!Luke AU. ENJOY. Masterlist

WORD/PHRASE FOR THE CHAPTER:

Skinny Love noun | english /when two people love each other, but are too shy to admit it/

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR |

“YOU SURE YOU have everything?” Georgia Henderson worried, her eyebrows creased in concern. Hazel let out a slow sigh as she turned, bag in hand. “Auntie I’ll be fine.” She insisted, pressing a tight smile to her lips. Georgia squeezed Hazel, her hands shaking as tears sprung in her eyes. “Auntie-” Hazel trailed off, she felt bad for leaving Auntie Georgia all alone in this big house but she’s just gotten the offer of a lifetime in New York, and her best friend is letting her stay at his apartment. Georgia smiled and wiped away tears as Luke came back into the living room- having packed the last of Hazel’s bags in his car. He stood awkwardly near the doorway, Luke never knew what to do around crying women. He never knew what to say or how to act- if he should hug them or just leave them alone- there were too many ways he could do something wrong. But with Hazel, he knew exactly what to do- grab his guitar and start strumming notes off the top of his head. Something about him playing calmed her down immensely, but with other women Luke was entirely clueless. He played with the rings adorning his fingers as Hazel bid her Auntie goodbye, admiring how beautiful she looked in her summer dress. When Hazel turned to Luke there was a flush to her cheeks when she noticed his gaze already on her.

“Ready?” Luke asked, quirking an eyebrow and Hazel nodded. She loved her Auntie Georgia, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t ecstatic about moving to New York. Luke opened her door for her, like he always does before heading to the driver side. Hazel had her eyes on Georgia’s house as Luke pulled away- heading for New York which was sitting on the horizon. Luke played with his lip ring, his hand lazily on the steering wheel and the other resting on the open windowsill. The wind picked up and blew Hazel’s hair as she giggled, reaching into Luke’s glove compartment to find a hair tie. “Sad that you have a supply of hair ties in my car.” Luke grumbled, but Hazel laughed. Since she was a little girl Hazel has always wanted to open a photography business- and one of Luke’s friends has offered her a job at his studio, SNAPS. “So tell me about your friend again?” Hazel asked, putting her feet up on the dash, earning a hard look from Luke until she put them back down. “His name is Ashton, he’s cool. Really good at photography- he’ll be able to teach you a lot.” Luke explains, his eyes focused ahead on the road. Hazel admired him- his blue eyes, sharp jawline, slight stubble. It was enough to make her drool and she didn’t miss the way her stomach tightened when he was around her and if she was being perfectly honest, she’s had a crush on Luke for years. Luke glanced over, a teasing smile on his face when he sees her staring at him. Hazel’s cheeks burn at being caught- especially when she sees the smug smile on his face.

Hazel turns her hot face out the window when Luke starts laughing, “thinking about me huh Haze?” Luke teases and Hazel feels like her face is going to burst into flames. She lets out a breath as the city nears, gazing up at all the tall buildings. “Hazel I should tell you-” Luke starts, licking his lips as she turns her previously embarrassed expression to look at him. “Ash has this friend,” he trails off, seeming unsure about whether or not he should tell her what he was going to tell her. “What?” Hazel cocks an eyebrow, feeling aggravated by Luke’s silence- especially when he pulls into a parking space in front of SNAPS. “His name is Calum, and I’ve only known him for a few months but-” Luke turns off the car after yanking the parking break and turning to look at her, “he can be a real ass sometimes. So just don’t take what he says personally.” Luke says, with genuine concern in his eyes as he looks over at Hazel. She nods slowly, feeling her skin prickle with anxiety at the thought of meeting Calum. He certainly seemed to intimidate Luke, which isn’t easy to do. Bursting from the doors of SNAPS is a dimpled man wearing a bright red button down shirt- clearly full of energy. A wide smile splits across Luke’s face as he exits the car and approaches the man. Hazel follows carefully, making sure to stay near Luke but she has a feeling she’ll know it’s Calum when she sees him. “Ash! This is Hazel, your new apprentice.” Luke introduces- turning to face Hazel, who was blushing and feeling more and more out of her element.

This is Ashton! Hazel smiled as Ashton pulled her into a tight hug, a laugh pressing from his mouth. “Pleasure! I’ve seen your photos, you’re really good.” He compliments and Hazel blushes as she mumbles a quiet thank you. “Cal here?” Luke asks- glancing through the large glass doors into the studio. Hazel looks inside the building as well, catching a glimpse of someone with long blonde hair. “Yeah he’s with Mike.” Ashton sighs and Luke rolls his eyes, “I told you I was bringing Hazel today.” Luke grumbles as Ashton turns to the front doors- opening them for Luke and Hazel. She follows Luke through the hallway, behind the check in desk and back towards the studio. “Jesus Luke where the fuck have you been?” A loud voice snaps harshly as they enter the studio. Hazel stays hidden safely behind Luke’s tall figure, reaching forward to grab his hand. “Shut up Cal, I had to go get someone.” He replied, and Calum only scoffed. Hazel peeks out from behind Luke to meet dark eyes and a down turned expression. “Is that her?” The guy with long blonde hair asks- a gentle smile on his face. That can’t be Calum, he looks too friendly and inviting. Looking back towards the tall brooding man with the dark eyes and permanent scowl on his face Hazel knows. “Yeah! Hazel this is Michael, he works here too and that’s Calum. He’s been my friend since we were children.” Ashton introduces.

Michael smiles and waves at Hazel, but Calum doesn’t acknowledge her at all- not even a nod. Hazel swallows nervously, feeling her palm sweat as Calum continues to pick at the guitar he’s holding. Hazel felt nervous in his presence, and squeezed Luke’s hand tighter- trying her best to stay safely hidden behind him. Ashton strolls back to his camera, spinning it off the tripod, “you’ll mostly be helping me with my sessions- at first.” He explains to Hazel and she nods, noticing Calum roll his eyes. Luke smiles before releasing Hazel’s hand and pulling out his buzzing phone, “be right back.” He whispers to her as he steps out of the studio- making Hazel feel exposed without him here to shield her. Michael eyes Hazel causing her to nervously shift her gaze over to him, “sorry I just- you’re exactly how I pictured you.” He says with a smile but his comment makes Hazel feel uneasy. His eyes widen when he realizes how creepy his comment sounds, “no I meant- Luke talks about you a lot.” Michael explains and Hazel nods, cheeks blushing. Luke tells his friends about her? Wait- she is his best friend of course he’d tell his other friends about her. Hazel stands awkwardly by the wall, her fingers picking at the loose threads hanging from her shirt as she waits for Luke to come back. “How did you meet Luke?” Ashton asks, mostly just to make conversation. He hates silence, especially when someone he barely knows is in the room. “Our Mom’s were best friends. I really got to know Luke when my mom got sick...I started spending a lot of time over at his house.” Hazel explained, her stomach clenching at the thought of her mother.

Luke enters the room, his phone no longer in his hand and an annoyed expression covering his features. “Hey, we should probably move you in- before it gets too late.” Luke says with an easy smile spread over his face- but Hazel can tell it’s forced. The boys don’t seem to notice. Hazel nods and follows Luke out the door after bidding the rest of the boys goodbye. They climb back into Luke’s car as he starts the car and revs the engine to life. “What’s wrong?” Hazel asks, crossing her arms and giving Luke a knowing look. Luke lets out a breath as he curls his hand around the steering wheel- glancing over his left shoulder to make sure the road is clear before he takes off. He doesn’t answer he question though, biting at his lip ring nervously. “Luke.” Hazel presses, he’s definitely hiding something from her. Luke has a tell when he’s lying, and not many people know what it is. He’s a very talented liar, and not many people can tell if he’s lying. Hazel is one of the only people that truly knows when Luke is lying. “I just have something to do later okay?” Luke snaps, looking more stressed than he was earlier. Hazel creases her eyebrows in confusion, not knowing where the sudden shift in mood came from. He glances over at her, “sorry. I’ll explain later.” He says as he pulls up to a building. A tall brunette man with sleeve tattoos on both arms stands in front of a Trackhawk, his arms crossed. “Wait here.” Luke instructs before he exits his car- immediately storming over towards the man.

Hazel sees an annoyed expression creased on Luke’s face, and an even more annoyed expression on the other mans face. Who is that? As subtly as she can, Hazel cracks the window to hear what they’re saying, “-off for a reason! Dammit Alex! I can’t race tonight.” Luke snapped, running a hand through his hair. Race? Race what? The other man- Alex has a stern expression on his face as he stares ahead at Luke. “Well that’s really too bad Hemmings, but I already signed you up for the race. Remember it’s between Cherry Creek and Vermont. 10 pm.” He says and Hazel recognizes the names of two streets. Alex turns and heads inside his Jeep and Luke turns and throws open the driver side door before slamming it shut behind him. Hazel doesn’t say anything as Luke continues driving to his apartment, the sun beginning to dip low in the sky. He pulls into a parking garage and shuts the car off. Grabbing all the bags and heading the elevator, the two of them are quiet all the way until the apartment door closes. Luke flicks the lights on, revealing a small and cozy kitchen and living room with a hallway on the left side. “Um who was that guy?” Hazel asks nervously, glancing up at Luke to gauge his reaction. Luke drops her bags on the couch and reaches for a snapback before sliding it backwards on his head. “I work with him.” Luke says and Hazel nods- before she realizes she has no idea what Luke’s job is. He never talks about it, it’s like he avoids the subject all together. Hazel opens her mouth to ask but Luke is already waving his hand, “don’t worry about him. I just have to work tonight, but I’ll be back later.” He smiles before picking up a few bags and leading her back to a door on the right.

Luke kicks open the door to reveal a white and purple set room. The walls are a pastel purple, with all the furniture white. There are two big windows revealing the city- with lacy white curtains pulled shut in front of them, letting some of the light through. The bed sheets are the same shade of purple as the walls, with the pillow cases a soft white. “Did you decorate this room...for me?” Hazel asks, a teasing smile on her face as Luke’s face heats up a little. Luke bites his lip ring as he nervously glances over at her, “do you like it?” He asks nervously and Hazel nods- a wide smile on her face as Luke retreats to the living room to get more bags. The lamp on the nightstand has a purple base and a white lampshade- since when did Luke know how to decorate rooms? “I remembered that one picture you showed me in high school.” He says almost as though he read her mind. Hazel smiles at the memory, they were in the library and Hazel was looking at apartments and saw this bedroom decorated in a pastel purple. It was a beautiful room and she told Luke her bedroom would look just like it when she finally moved out. “I can’t believe you remembered!” Hazel laughs, beginning to unpack her clothes into the white dresser. Luke grins, laying back on her bed with his arm behind his head. “Only did it to avoid you bitching about having an ugly room.” Luke snickers and Hazel turns and throws one of her shoes at him. He dodges it- with a smile on his face as he laughs and Hazel feels her heart melt at the sound. She’d do anything to hear him laugh.

“So, where do you work? I don’t think you’ve ever mentioned.” Hazel asks as casually as she can. She reaches for another shirt to hang up as Luke remains silent behind her for a few moments, and the tension in the air is palpable. “I work at a mechanic shop.” He says, his voice slightly strained. Hazel doesn’t say anything else but she knows that’s a lie- she remembers Alex saying race. That has nothing to do with mechanic shops. Luke stays quiet, tossing a baseball up in the air and catching it as he lays on his back on her bed. Hazel smiles to herself, remembering her mom yelling at them for playing catch at 3 in the morning. “Hazel Louise I swear if I hear that baseball hit the floor one more time!” Her and Luke had burst into fits of giggles as they ran and hid under her bed. “She is so mad!” Luke smiled, his shoulder pressed to hers. “Hey Luke?” Hazel asks, turning to look at him. “Do you think we’ll still be friends when we grow up?” Hazel whispers- watching the way Luke’s eyes glimmer at the slivers of light hit them. “Haze, we’re going to be friends forever.” And Hazel wrapped her arm over his shoulder, pulling him close to her as their foreheads pressed together. “Hazel?” Luke asks, his voice bringing her out of the memory. She blinks before continuing to hang up the shirt in her hands. “Sorry, spaced out.” She laughs and Luke chuckles, before laying back on the bed.

Luke was a shoulder to lean on when Hazel’s mom died, he was there when nobody else was. He was the only person who understood her mother the way she did, her mother was an angel sent from heaven and it destroyed Hazel when she died. “Do you remember when I told you that I was going back to Australia with my mom?” Luke asked, a grin sliding onto his face at the memory. Hazel immediately pouts, a blush spreading over her cheeks. “Yeah and I also remembered how you failed to mention that it was a vacation!” Hazel defended- hearing Luke laugh from the bed. Luke sat up, beginning to toss the baseball from one hand to the other. “It was just to visit family, but you called me crying the night before we left.” Luke smirked, and Hazel rolled her eyes. “I thought you were moving back to Australia. Don’t be a jerk.” She snapped, rolling her eyes when Luke’s laugh intensified. Luke’s laughter died down as he grew suspiciously quiet, “would you cry now? If I moved back to Australia.” He asked and Hazel felt a lump grow in her throat as she turned to look at him. Luke looked up at her, his face serious. “No because I would never let you move back, plus you can’t trick me twice Hemmings.” Hazel snaps and Luke slowly cracks a grin, looking triumphant that he got a reaction out of her at all.

“You seriously going to sit there and watch me unpack? You could like help you know.” Hazel teased just as she finished hanging up the last of her shirts. Luke shrugs, “I carried basically all of your bags up. I’ve done my part.” He says simply and Hazel can’t stop the giggles that escape her mouth. Hazel hears a drawer open and then Luke starts giggling. When she turns around her face burns a deep red when she sees Luke holding up her red lingerie set, “who are these for?” He asks, half laughing and half serious. Hazel lunges forward to snatch the offending article of clothing out of his hands, but he simply holds it above his head. “That’s cheating!” Hazel laughs, stomping her foot. Luke laughs, his hand on his stomach, “I’m sorry you’re only 5 foot 1.” He teases, a grin spread over his lips. Hazel climbs up onto her bed and reaches for the lingerie but Luke takes a step away from the bed, and it’s out of her reach again. “Hemmings you really need a girlfriend if you’re starting to go through my underwear drawer.” Hazel says, placing a hand on her hip as a pink tint dusts over his cheeks. Luke tosses the lingerie to Hazel, a defensive look on his face. “How do you know I don’t have a girlfriend already?” He cocks an eyebrow up as he crosses his arms. Hazel feels her heart sink to her feet, what? She bites her lip as she climbs off her bed with the lingerie in hand. Hazel pulls open the drawer, thinking of Luke’s possible girlfriend.

Is she out of this world gorgeous? Is she super curvy, and she must be super nice. Luke would never date a bitch, how did he meet her and why wouldn’t he tell Hazel until right now? Thoughts race through her frantic mind so fast she doesn’t even notice Luke leave the room. Her hands shake as she closes the drawer and her throat feels tight as tears press to the backs of her eyes. This is crazy- she’s about to cry over something that may not even be true. And so what if it is true? Luke is allowed to see whoever he wants to see- Hazel just wishes that for once he’d see her as something other than his best friend. But she doubts that’s ever going to happen. “Haze? Did you hear me?” Luke asks as he pops his head into her room. Hazel’s eyes widen as she quickly blinks the tears away when she turns to look at him. “Get your head out of your ass.” Luke laughs as he leans against the doorway- he has another one of his shirts in his hands. “Sorry,” she mumbles, her entire body freezing when Luke pulls his shirt over his head. “I said I’m going to leave in a few minutes- you gonna be okay here?” He asks and Hazel rolls her eyes, trying her best to keep her gaze off his lean and muscular chest. Luke reaches up to pull the other shirt over his head and Hazel really tries to ignore the heat between her legs as she notices the trail of hair leading down to his- “uh where are you going?” Hazel asks, shaking the dirty thought from her head.

“Uh work, remember my boss earlier?” Luke asked, looking up after he’d put his arms through the sleeves of his black t-shirt. He pulls a flannel over his shirt and smirks when Luke sees her gaze on his chest. Hazel swallows thickly and nods, her mouth feeling dry as her eyes flick up to his. Luke laughs and turns out of her room, feeling his stomach flip. She was definitely looking at him right? He saw that right didn’t he? Hazel was just checking him out- Luke was sure she was. Is it possible that she could see him as more than a best friend? Hazel feels her cheeks flush, Luke just caught her staring at him. “I’m heading out, see you!” Luke calls before the door swings shut behind him- leaving Hazel in the apartment alone. Hazel leans back on her bed, she doesn’t even know when she started feeling this way towards Luke. For as long as she could remember he was her dorky, socially awkward- too tall and lanky best friend, and then one day she noticed his arms looking a little more bulky than usual. She’d noticed his chest beginning to carve in muscle, then he pierced his lip and started wearing snapbacks backwards. Hazel noticed how her heart would race when he smiled at her, or if his hand brushed against hers. She noticed when he stopped quiffing his hair, and just let his fall lazily against his forehead. Hazel noticed the days he would let his facial hair grow out a bit- the stubble lining his jaw and the feeling creeping in her mind of how badly she wants to feel the burn of his stubble between her thighs. It was when Luke stopped being her clumsy, shy best friend and started being this tall, self assured, confident young man that her feelings towards him shifted.

Luke used to be so unsure of himself, and had a lot of moments of insecurity and doubt about himself. What he looked like- what he said, what he wore, everything. Then one day he just decided to stop caring, and the second Luke embraced who he is was the day that Hazel felt her heart falling for him. She watched him grow into himself, and grow into his confidence and honestly there’s nothing sexier than self growth. Hazel groaned, pressing the palms of her hands into her eyes- trying to will this feeling out of her heart. The one person she probably can’t have is the one person she can’t stop thinking about. When did she start hanging onto his every word? When did she start remembering all the things that make him laugh? When did she start finding excuses to touch him, or to just be closer to him? When did Hazel start wondering about where he was, or who he was with- because right now that’s all she can think about. What if Luke lied to her so he could sneak out to see some other girl? What if he’s with her right now? Trailing his hands down her body and pressing kisses to her lips, and other places. The thought causes bursts of anger to ripple through her as her fists clench at the thought of Luke sheathing himself hilt deep in some other girl. Hazel has no right to feel this way and she knows how irrational it is, but she can’t help it. She feels like lightning is striking inside her body every time he smiles at her- the emotion causing electricity to vibrate through her veins.

Hazel sits up, not liking the nervous twitch in her hands when she remembers that she has no idea what Luke is doing right now. She fights the urge to grab her phone and text him, not knowing if she’s prepared for the answer he’s going to give her. Hazel can’t decide if not knowing is better or worse. At least she’s living with him now, when he moved out to New York these feelings were amplified by 1000. Luke never got on with his parents, so he moved out the very first chance he got and Hazel honestly believed that if she didn’t live in New York- then Luke definitely would have moved out of state just to get away from his family. He stayed for her and the thought causes heat to engulf her body and an uncomfortable heat to build between her legs. Hazel doubts Luke’s parents even know what he’s up to anymore and she knows for a fact that they don’t know where he lives. Suddenly the front door pushes open and Hazel can hear Luke groan in discomfort. Shooting up from the bed Hazel practically runs to the living room- a strangled gasp escaping her lips and her hands flying to her face when she sees him. “Luke oh my god!” She cried, watching the blood trickle down his face. There are dark bruises scattered over his cheek bones and a gash across his eyebrow and his bottom lip is split open. “What the hell happened?” Hazel choked out- pulling Luke to the bathroom.

Luke hisses as he sits down on the closed toilet- his right arm curled over his abdomen. Hazel lifts his shirt to find his chest and stomach littered in dark purple and blue bruises. “Luke.” Hazel snaps as she starts rummaging through the drawers for a first aid kit. He leans his head back against the wall, “misunderstanding.” Luke says, his voice raspy. Hazel rolls her eyes as she finally locates the first aid kit behind multiple empty condom boxes. Hazel is going to pretend she didn’t see them. “A misunderstanding that lead to you being beaten half to death? Why are you not at the hospital?” Hazel demands, her hands trembling as she begins to clean the cuts on his face. “Drop it Haze, I’ll be fine- I’m always fine.” Luke says softly, his face contorted in pain with every single breath. “Wait. Has this happened before?” Hazel asks, her eyes widening. Who the hell did this to him and why will he not tell her? “You are not a mechanic Luke. Tell me the truth- now.” Hazel snaps, tears building behind her eyes as she places the last bandaid on his forehead. Luke lets out a pained breath as he looks up at her and he knows he can’t keep it from her any longer. He’s honestly proud of himself for not caving after seeing her for a full day- he’s telling her because he has to.

“Hazel, I’m not a mechanic. I’m a street racer.”

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