I don't own these characters. Yay, I finished my disclaimer.
Rated PG13, this story takes place in highschool, so you bet you better be over 13 to read this. :-).
"Hey baby," Luke Denser greeted his beautiful girlfriend Olivia Benson, swinging his arm around her waist.
"What are you doing here? I thought you had work today," Olivia said, throwing her arms around his neck.
"I do, but I thought I should take you out to lunch today. Can't I be nice without a reason?" Luke asked, playfully pecking her lips.
"Yes, you can be sweet if you want," Olivia smiled.
Luke had been Olivia's boyfriend for 2 years. Olivia wasn't comfortable with the age difference at first, but now that she was a little older, she was ok with it. He was 25 and she was 14 when they started dating, they met through their friend Fin, who was a senior at the time. Luke and Olivia were very close after dating for two years, and he would stop at her school every now and then to take her out.
"What time do you have lunch?" Luke asked, holding onto Olivia's waist.
"Now, if you want," Olivia said, "Just let me grab my purse from my locker, alright?"
"Hurry up, I don't have that long for lunch," Luke said, even though his dad owned the company he worked for, and he never really had to do much work.
"Yeah, whatever," Olivia said, running back into her school.
"Hey! Olivia!" George Hung, one of Olivia's best friendssince kindergarten, yelled after her.
"Hey, Georgie, I got to go. We'll talk later, "Olivia said as he ran up to her.
"We have Chemistry in 5 minutes, where are you going?" George asked, leaning against the locker next to hers while she put in the combo for her locker.
"I'm going out with Luke, we haven't been out in a while. And where would you rather be? Chemistry or an Italian restaurant?" Olivia asked, finally getting to her purse.
"You can't keep skipping, Olivia," George said, "You're in advanced classes, it's hard enough following what's going on when you're actually in class, let alone when you're trying to figure it out on your own."
"Relax, I'm going to be in class tomorrow, I'll catch up. You're such a party pooper sometimes," Olivia said, shutting her locker and walking down the hall.
Olivia knew he was right, she couldn't miss class anymore, but this one more time wouldn't matter. She'd make it up. "But first," Olivia thought, looking at Luke waiting by his convertible, "I'm going to have some fun."
