Stay or Go
Plot: Scott are I are together. Trina and Steve are totally together. Life is almost too perfect...Then all of a sudden, Luke comes back. Wait, what?
"Hey Jen, you there?"
Now, that wouldn't ordinarily make your mouth hang open with surprise, would it? Yeah, if it weren't Luke Striker's voice, that is.
Not that I'm one of those fans who go all giggly and wobbly over him. It's just that it had been more than two months since I'd last heard from Luke Striker. That's right, he just dissappeared like that after I last saw him. No phone calls, no e-mails. The only times I saw him were in these big tabloids which were...everywhere.
"Um, Luke?" I went, balancing the cordless phone with the help of my shoulder. Just, you know, to make sure it really was Luke on the phone. Because for all you know, it could just be Scott and I probably mistook him for Luke. Actually, cut that out. There is no way I can not know if it's Scott.
I mean, like I wouldn't know after the zillion times I've talked to him on the phone.
But, whatever.
"Yeah, that's me," he said, the familiarity of the voice washing over me, a bit too late. "This is Jenny, right?"
I laughed.
"Yeah, I was just surprised that's all," I said, "I mean, I haven't heard from you since...when?"
"Sorry about that," Luke said easily. "Just got caught up, but anyway it isn't like you aren't going to see me later."
"What do you mean?" I asked, frowning slightly, as my other hand reached for the refridgerator. Mmmm...ice cream? chocolate? burger? soda?
"Didn't you hear?" Luke asked, as I finally reached for a soda, as for a minute I remembered the time when the soda had fizzed all over. Luke was there then.
"Hear what?" I asked absently, as I finally quit balancing the phone and grabbed it with the help of one hand.
"Jen," Luke said, obviously not believing I hadn't heard. "I'm coming to Indiana, next week. It was all over the morning news."
What?
"Wait, what?" I said, unable to believe it. I mean, whatever, it totally didn't make sense. "But that won't work, I mean you obviously can't come as Lucas Smith again as people will recognise you. So what, you are trying another disguise or something?-" I started.
"No, I-"
"-because, you know, people will totally recognise you. Maybe you should try thick glasses, people won't expect you to-"
"Slow down, Jenny," Luke cut in, with a laugh. "I'm not disguising myself, I'm coming as me. We're shooting three fourth of my new film, Turn Right at your school."
Our school? I'm sorry, but if I were the director, that would be the last location I'd pick. I mean, our school doesn't even...stand out, it's just so high school.
"Oh," I finally said, unable to believe it. "Wait, was that what the teachers were totally whispering about all throughout this week?"
"Must be," Luke said, after a minutes pause. "Anyway, I was wondering if we could meet up tommorow or something. We're shooting after school, but I'm free during the night, and I totally need to chill out."
"Um, sure," I said, wondering why the thought of having dinner with him sounded wierd.
"You can bring Scott, Trina and the gang if you want," Luke added, three seconds later.
"Yeah, I'll see you there," I said, suddenly feeling more enthusiastic and comfortable about the idea.
"Okay, I'll speak to you later, the flight'll be there any minute," Luke said, as I said goodbye and hung up.
It felt wierd to think of Luke Striker back in town as the Luke Striker and not the undercover actor. Somehow, I preferred him as Lucas Smith whom nobody recognised, I have no idea why.
I heard the phone ring once again, as I hastily picked it up.
It was Trina.
"Hey, you heard the news?" she started, before I could get a word in. "Ohmygod, Luke is back. Isn't that so cool? I mean, I know Steve's my soul mate and all but still, Luke is-"
This is sort of why.