I won't defend Sel's Kill Bree plan from LB, but I will admit that it's a little valid that he was suspicious of Bree. Because from his point of view, he erased her memories twice and she still showed up for the racism Olympics, at which point his childhood crush/current weird but not necessarily platonic situationship loses his mind and everything goes to shit. You gotta admit, it's a little funny.
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"if we do this, we need rules" "rules? for dating? seriously?"
for Juke as requested, of course! :D
Okay merry chrimas! Sorry this is late. Also I wrote so much Iβm so sorry. Also this is a 1995 fake dating au. I kept the reasons for it very very vague.
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Julie leaned across the table and shoved the stop button of Luke Patterson's walkman so hard that she nearly shoved it off the table.
"HEY!"
He scrambled to grab it, eyes wide, and Julie watched him catch it and then turn, whirling to glare at her. In one swift motion, he took his headphones off and hung them around his neck.
βYou couldβve just asked me to take them off!β he exclaimed, tracking her as she slid into the bench seat across from him.
Julie pursed her lips and plopped her backpack on the seat next to her. He deflated when she didnβt speak, eyeing her warily.
It was unnaturally cold for California in the autumn, and Lukeβs hair ruffled in a cold breeze that sent a shiver down Julieβs spin. He frowned at her and looked down at his flannel.
βDo you want myβ?β
βNo,β she said. βIβm actually here to discus the rules with you.β
Luke blinked at her and then leaned into the picnic table. He narrowed his eyes. βIβm sorryβ did you just say rules?β
Julie mirrored him, leaning across the table, smiling nervously and with less confidence than she had possessed moments ago. βYes, Luke. Rules. For fake dating?β
Luke glanced around, but there was no one around here who knew them. They were the only two out of their admittedly-not-overlapping friend group who had third block lunch. Julie normally spent it by herself and Luke normally spent it by himself. Julie in the lunch room and Luke on the outside picnic benches by the senior parking lot.
βWait, we were serious about thatβ!?β Luke hissed.
βYes!β Julie exclaimed. βAnd lower your voice! You need help to stay in school and I can tutor you, and I need everyone off my back aboutβ.β She huffed, running her hands over her hair nervously. ββI need Nick off my back too and also we both need Carrie off ours and a million other things and my dad is so way less likely to bother me about doing stuff if he thinks Iβm dating.β
Luke blinked at her. βI donβt even know if Iβm allowed to date.β
βYouβre seventeen.β
Luke shrugged, fiddling with the audio jack on the Walkman. The thing was old and beat up, scratched where Luke had probably dropped it on the ground. βMy cousin wasnβt allowed to date until she graduated high school.β
βWell,β Julie huffed, βitβs fake anyway and you donβt even have to tell your parents if you donβt want to. Okay? But if we are doing this, if you were serious, we need rules.β
But Luke didnβt look convinced. He leaned away from the table, folding his arms protectively over his chest. A breeze swept past them and Julie regretted not snapping her jacket from her locker before sheβd come out here. She shivered.
βRules? For dating? Seriously?β
βYes, number one, no kissing.β Julie snapped opened her composition book and clicked her pen in his face. He watched her warily, looking just as surprised as he had when sheβd ran into him a few nights ago and this whole thing had become, well, a thing.
βNo kissing? How is that going to be convincing?β He leaned forward to peer at the list she was numbering.
βWeβll be taking it slow,β she explained thoughtfully, shrugging. She looked into his eyes where he was gazing at her intently. She hadnβt realized they were blueβ sheβd actually thought they were green. No. Maybe grey?
βOkay,β he grumbled, grey-blue-green-whatever eyes flickering down to her lips momentarily. βNumber twoβ¦ no telling anyone.β
She looked up sharply. βAnyone?β
βNo Reggie, or Alex, or Bobby. No Flynn. Or Kayla.β
Julie slowly placed her pen down. βIβm notβ¦ against itβ¦ but why?β
Luke shrugged and glanced down at his half eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich. βMakes it easier. Plus, if we can convince them, we can definitely convince Carrie and Nick.β
She had to give him that. She wrote the rule down. βOkay. Number three. Dates. How regularly? I think once a week, and we alternate who picks what.β
He looked thoughtful, glancing at her and then up at the sky. He shrugged after a moment. βSure. I have a few ideas.β
Julie was wary of where Luke Patterson of all people would take a girl for a date. She knew he often spent time down by the strip, busking or trying to get his band name out there. She knew heβd dated a girl from their junior high for a few months before she moved across the country.
What he would do for a dateβ¦ well, Julie didnβt exactly see Luke hanging out at the mall.
He wasnβt exactly top of the totem pole. At least, he hadnβt been before Carrie.
Julie shook herself from her thoughts. βOkay. Next. Can you drive?β
Luke blinked in surprise. βUm. I can. I mostly take my bike to school though.β
Julie shook her head. βIβm not riding on your bike with you to school. Do you have a car you can drive?β
He shrugged, and then nodded. βWeβve got an old wagon, yeah. I can grab that probably.β
βGood enough. Okayβ.β
Luke reached over and grabbed a piece of her lunch that Tia had brought over to keep them from eating more leftover spaghetti.
βHey!β
βWe share lunches.β
She glanced down at his peanut butter and jelly and scrunched her nose in distaste. βI do not want your lunch.β
βIβll pack some apples.β
βNo, Lukeβ.β
He rolled his eyes. βFine, Iβll buy you lunch.β
Julie hesitated, pen hovering over her notebook. βPizza Fridays.β
βFine. Pizza Fridays I buy you lunch.β
She hummed thoughtfully and titled her head down at her list. βWhat about parties or school events?β
Luke scowled. βJulie, I donβt go to school events. I barely even want to be here.β
She titled her head at him. βWeβre trying to keep you here so you can get your parents off your back, right? Thatβs what you said the other day?β
He shrugged, glancing away and toward the doors of the school. She pursed her lips in thought.
βOne school event a month, and as compromise Iβllβ¦ umβ¦β
βYou have to come to Sunset Curve gigs.β
Julie blanched and then shook her head. βLuke Patterson, no way am I doing that. You know I donβt do that sort of stuff anymore. Major problem.β
But Lukeβs eyes grew big and round. He stared at her, a pout on his face. βJulie Molina please! And come on! No one will believe that youβre my girlfriend if youβre not showing up to gigs!β This was true.
βYou guess donβt even have gigs. No one even knows who you are.β And this was also trueβ sure, people knew some kids in their grade had a band, but it wasnβt like that band was doing amazing. Julie had seen Lukeβs friend Reggie putting up handmade posters for their gigs up around the school. She wasnβt even sure if the name until Luke had said it just now.
It also wasnβt completely true. People did know Luke. But it wasnβt like Sunset Curve had groupies or anything. At least, Julie didnβt think they did. Now she wasnβt so sure.
βOkay, that hurt, because we do have gigs so actually you have to come to them. You can choose all the dates for all I care, you just gotta come to the gigs when we have them.β Luke said excitedly, leaning toward her.
βI think you just want bodies there,β Julie grumbled, but added it to the list.
Luke peered over the table to look at it. βWhat number are we at?β
She counted seven, listing them off with a whisper in her voice.
βThat is feeling very Heavy in your favor,β Luke said, turning the notebook to look at it. He reached for her pen, turning it fully so that it sat in front of him.
βWhat are youβ? βJulie comes over three times a week to help Luke studyβ.β She leveled him with a dry look. βThree times a week?β
But he was looking between her and her notebook. βYou can read that?β
She glanced down at his handwriting. βYes? Listen, Luke, I know I agreed to help you studyβ.β
βIβll drive you,β he said quickly, hurriedly speaking over her. He looked nervous. βIβll pick you up and you donβt even have to worry about it. My mom will probably insist you stay for dinner too.β
Julie pursed her lips thoughtfully. βHow aboutβ¦ twice a week in person and once by phone. My dad will believe me if I say I have a boyfriend and Iβm hogging the line to talk to him all the time.β
Luke nodded firmly. βDeal.β
She tore a piece of paper from the back of the notebook, scribbling down the numbers sheβd had memorized since she was little. βHereβs our phone number. My abuela calls every Sunday night so thatβs off limits.β
He saluted, taking the Molina number and pocketing it in his jeans. βGot it, boss.β
Julie tried to hide the blush at that words, startled to find she didnβt actually mind it that much. She cleared her throat. βOkay. Thatβs eight. How do we feel aboutβ.β
βI walk you to your locker in the morning,β Luke said, nodding toward the school. βThatβs number nine. And ten isβ¦β
βNo falling in love,β Julie said, her voice quiet. Lukeβs eyes found hers. βI just mean. It canβt get messy. What with Nick and Carrie. No feelings. Nothings real.β
Luke just stared. After a moment, he nodded. βYeah,β he said, βokay. No falling in love.β
Julie finished the list and then snapped the notebook shut right as the bell rang shrilly in their ears. She winced. Luke was already moving, shoving his lunch into his backpack. Before she knew it, as a gust of wind blew against her curls, Luke was shrugging off his jacket and rounding the picnic table.
He laid it over her shoulders and leaned against her, his chest pressed against her back. Students stared as they passed, heading back into the school. Julie felt the blush from earlier return full force. His hands rested on her shoulders and he squeezed once.
He leaned in to whisper in her ear. βIs kissing on the cheek okay?β
βUmβ¦ yesβ¦ thatβs okay.β She closed her eyes as his breath washed over her skin.
βGot it, boss.β He pecked a soft kiss against her cheek. And then he was gone.
Julie stared at the closed notebook, blinking in surprise. What had she gotten herself in to?
When Flynn called after school that day to say that everyone had seen Julie and Luke Patterson making out during the third block lunch and screamed so loud into the receiver, Julieβs dad heard it from the room over, Julie thought maybe this wasnβt a good idea.
thank u @1mnobodywhoareyou and @mac-lilly i asked for a prompt!
'iβm trying to fix your hair, so hold still.' + 'fluff'
Luke is solid for the first time in twenty-five years and the feeling of Julieβs fingers in his scalp is almost too much for him to handle.
Touch had never quite been an issue before. He used to hold his parents hands all the time when he was a kid; the library and his mom didnβt want him to hit the ground running the second the door to the car opened, home depot with his dad Saturday mornings and the light section became too alluring to ignore.
A swooping arm over Reggieβs shoulder, a hand on the back of Bobbyβs neck, a shoulder check against Alex. Holding hands to run into the ocean. Handing a napkin over during a late-night rendezvous after a gig his parents didnβt know about. Bobby and him pushing the band van up a hill after the emergency brake failed, leaning against each other, heaving, laughing, their shoulders touching.
Luke is not averse to touch. But itβs usually casual. As casual as he can be with his friends, which is to say not really at all.
Julie is his friend.
This is casual.
Except it doesnβt feel like it. Her fingers are running through his hair, mussing it up, but not really; sheβs touching his scalp, trying to fight the strands into place even though Lukeβs hair does whatever it wants. He got the cut two (twenty-seven) years ago and his idea of styling was showering, towel drying, and moving onto the next best thing.
Julie is trying to style his hair, delicately lifting strands and putting them into place.
βFlynn said it needs to look nice for the behind the scenes she wants to film,β Julie explained from behind him. She was so close he could almost forget her hands on his head, just to focus on her chest against his back. She was warm. She was touching him.
He squirms in place, anxious, overwhelmed.
He can feel a rising heat in his cheeks and heβs thankful that no one else is in the studio with them and that Julie is behind him.
Granted, thatβs part of the problem.
βNot very punk rock,β he replied, voice a touch higher than he would like. He swallowed and tried again. βItβs supposed to look messy.β
βThereβs a difference between looking like a mistake and looking intentional!β she exclaimed. βAnd yours is definitely the first.β
Her hands brush the back of his neck and Luke feels it travel from his neck straight down his spine. The rush of heat on his cheeks is back and he squirmed in his spot again, his shoulders rising up to his ears.
Suddenly the side of his head is cupped by her hands and she leaned forward, on his back, over his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, βIβm trying to fix your hair, so hold still.β
βGot it boss. Sorry,β he murmured, eyeing her out of the corner of his eye. Her lips part, briefly, and then sheβs disappeared.
They donβt speak for a moment. A moment thatβs passed now. But Luke still feels warm, tense. This is casual. This is so casual. Interesting little relationship, who? This is totally fine and cool. If he had a heart, though, heβs certain it would be loud, thumping, thrumming, in his chest to match hers. Heβd be worried she would be able to hear it.
Or feel it, with how close she was to his back.
Her hands fall away and before Luke can turn sheβs rounding the coffee table to stand in front of him. Her eyes are on his bangs and she frowns, dissatisfied. She leaned forward and, hesitating only briefly, began to mess with the hair hanging over his forehead. Her face is close. Where does he look?
Over her shoulder? Orβ her eyes are right there. He could look into her eyes.
Almost instinctively, his eyes fall on hers. Sheβs already looking at him. Her hands drop, but she doesnβt move. Neither does he. Luke doesnβt think he can.
βHowβre we lookinβ?β he whispered.
Her eyes flicker up to his hair, then his eyes, then down. She smiled. βPerfect.β
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