Utterly Ordinary
By curlyhead12
"How'd I get so lucky?" Luke asked, laughing lightly and smiling up to the man who held him so tight.
Noah's lips curled into a bigger smile. He hugged his boyfriend tighter and searched through Luke's eyes as his heart started beating out of his chest. His face got serious. "I love you," Noah said, leaning into the blonde boy, breathing in the crisp night air "so much." Noah closed the distance between them.
Noah pulled away from Luke. Luke's worry spread on his face. All Noah could do was giggle. Luke pulled out of the embrace, crossed his arms, and pouted as he stared out over the pond. He felt cold not being wrapped up in his boyfriend. Noah laughed a little harder, but reached out and turned Luke's face towards his. "Hey," Noah said, "I love you." Luke rolled his eyes. "I do!" Noah defended himself.
"I know. I love you too." Luke said, biting his lower lip. "It's just- what's wrong?"
"I was just thinking about the first time I met you." Noah said, reminiscing. A smile spread on his face.
"What?" Luke laughed. He was curious now.
"Well, the first time I saw you, I thought you were…" Noah blushed. "ordinary."
"Ordinary?" Luke leaned back. He didn't take it as offensively as he might normally, it more… surprised him. Luke thought on the word, Ordinary. It's not really the first word I think of when I describe myself.
"Yea, I'm- I'm sorry." Noah stumbled, shaking his head. I shouldn't have said anything, Noah thought, doubting himself.
Luke reached out and rubbed Noah's shoulder. "No, no Noah." He tried to comfort his boyfriend. "It just surprised me." After an awkward moment passed, Luke smiled up at Noah. "Ordinary, huh?" Luke said, snuggling back into Noah.
The first time Noah saw Luke, the only striking thing about him, besides his unpleasant tone about Noah's own tardiness, was how incredibly average he seemed. Luke wasn't scrawny or fit; attractive or repulsive; good or unkind; tall or short. His hair wasn't blonde or brown; eyes weren't shiny or dull; clothes neither neat nor messy. Luke was completely ordinary.
Luke was never really on Noah's radar, he was still pretty deeply closeted then, but, looking back, Noah watched Luke a lot. Not in a creepy way or anything, but when they were working together and discussing Invisible Girl, Noah would just watch in amazement and amusement as Luke wrote and wrote or rambled and rambled.
The thing was, Luke wasn't ordinary. Luke was honest, very caring, and gracious. He was athletic and extremely attractive. Luke's hair was the best blonde, his abundance of stripped clothing suited his personality, and his eyes were such a deep, mysterious brown that Noah could get lost in them for, what seemed like, hours. Noah loved everything about Luke. And it wasn't until Luke was helping Noah tie his tie that Noah noticed any of this.
Noah cuddled the younger man more. He closed his eyes and placed his chin on top Luke's head. One of the things Noah loved and hated so much about Luke was that he felt so exposed and vulnerable around him. Noah could become such an open book around Luke. Even if Noah had a hard time voicing his thoughts, Luke had a way of pulling them out and making sense of Noah's tangents.
"You're the best boyfriend." Luke said, smiling like a kid on the last day of school, "You know that, right?" All Noah could do was stare at his sweetheart with a strange mixture of admiration, desperation, and bliss on his face. Why does he have to be so undeniably cute? Luke thought. He grinned wide. "Happy Valentine's Day."
"Happy Valentine's Day, Luke."