back to the start//l.r.h.

"Lucas, talk to the girl. I mean, bro, she's just a girl, a pretty one, but just a girl," Calum says, I assume trying to reason with me.

"Dude, she's not just a girl. She's the girl I've had a weird, borderline obsessive, crush on for the past three months. How would I even talk to her? "Hey, I've kinda had a huge crush on you for the whole school year, and your boyfriend's a prick. What's your favorite color?"

"Bro, just 'accidentally' bump into her in the hallway, and then start conversation. Just don't be an awkward noodle."

"I'm always an awkward noodle let's not lie Cal," I mumble, because it's entirely true.

"Maybe she likes awkward noodle boys. But, she is dating Michael Clifford, the most cocky, confident boy ever.. But who knows? Maybe she'll fall for your charm and stick legs!" Calum honestly sucks at giving encouragement.

"She's just too far out of my limit."

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After the final bell rings, I run home. Since my "pep talk" with Calum, I've had a lyric stuck in my head that I need to get out.

"You're just a little bit out of my limit." ((can we cry together))

As I reach my house, my mom hugs me and I trample the rest of the way to my bedroom. I, finally might I add, pick up my guitar and strum. I try to find chords to match the lyrics, but nothing seems to sound right.

"You're just a little bit out of my limit, it's been two years now, and you haven't even.. UGH." I can't find chords, I can't find lyrics, I just can't write today.

Finally, I strike a few chords that sound pretty good together, put the lyrics with it, and it actually sounds reather smashing, if I do say so myself.

"You're just a little bit out of my limit, it's been two years now, you haven't even seen the best of me. And in my mind now, I've been over this a thousand times. Cause it's almost over, let's start over."

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At school the next day, I'm walking out of my algebra class, singing the little song I wrote, when a small body runs into my own. I take their shoulders in my hands, quicky mumbling out an apology.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" A cute, little high-pitched voice yells, at the same time as my own.

Waverly. Oh my gosh, here we go.

"Oh hey! You're that guy on the bus. Luke, right?" She says, looking straight into my eyes with her bright green ones.

She knows my name. How does she know my name?

"Yeah, I'm Luke. You're Waverly right?" Play it cool Luke. Play it cool.

"That's me! I meant to ask you the other day, but I never saw you. We should exchange numbers or something, you seem really cool!" Did Waverly Isabella Taylor just ask for my phone number?

"Yeah, yeah! Here's my phone, just put your number in!"

We hand each other our phones, her's having a cute pink case on it. Can she get any more adorable?

I quickly type in my number, putting my name as "Luke :---)"

She hands me my phone back too, and I see her name is "Waverlyyyy :-------)"

We both use noses on our smileys, it's meant to be.

She embraces me quickly, her head falling right on my chest. "Bye, Luke with a smiley! I'll text you!"

"Bye, Waverly with a smiley."

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I practically skip home, I'm so giddy. When I arrive at my humble abode, the first thing I do is get straight on my laptop. I open the YouTube tab, and go to the "sign up" section.

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hey guys

still crying over zayn malik wby

but fetus luke tho

quinn and ellie xx