Luke's POV
"What do you want to talk about?"
I asked. Hoping to get this over with as soon as possible.
"What you said last night."
Great.
Last time I get drunk when he's home.
"Fine." I said with a sigh.
I opened the door further and let him walk into my room.
We both sat down on my bed and he sighed before he started talking.
"Listen, about what you said last night... did you mean it?" He asked biting his bottom lip and hesitantly looking at me.
"About me saying I love you?"
He nodded.
"Yes."
"Oh. Well then did you mean it when you said that you don't know why since I'm..."
"A bitch?" I finished for him.
"Yeah."
"Yes and no."
"What?" He looked extremely frustrated and confused.
"Well you're not a bitch. That was harsh. But you can be a bit... much at times. I only said that because you've been ignoring me and acting like I'm not a person since I tried to kiss you. Which I have to admit, was a bitchy thing to do."
"Oh." He said, looking down.
"Yeah." I mumbled.
"Well can I tell you something?" He asked hesitantly.
"What?"
"I love you too."
(A/n ooohhh shits gettin real!)