you didn’t mind the rumors, while you didn’t mind them as long as they weren’t true. you were luke’s roommate ( which was super dumb cuz god knows he doesn’t need a roommate he’s a fucking celebrity and ur just trying to get thru uni ) and his best friend, so of course there are a shit load of rumors about you. but you don’t care, but then of course there’s always the rumors about him. you tell each other everything, so you know none of them are true, right? so when you wake up on the couch to the door opening and he walks in with her, you hold your breath and pretend to still be asleep. luke’s allowed to hook up with whoever he wants to, it’s not like you two are dating. eventually they make their way to the bedroom, and the moment you hear the lock click you sit up, staring at whatever’s playing on the tv. you close your eyes and take a deep breath, your rising steadily and your pulse going back to a normal pace. when you open your eyes again your vision is blurry and you blink and a tear gets caught in your eyelash. you try to hold it back, you keep telling yourself, he’s not mine to cry about but shit you’re sobbing now and you can hear them so you just turn up the tv and pray they can’t hear you crying. he wasn’t yours, and he never would be. he’d always just be your almost something.
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