I'm back people! And I may or may not have a new obsession with Star Wars. I'll post new chapters for Undying Love and Endless Love soon. But this is such a great book. And I hope you all enjoy it!

Luke looked at himself in the mirror in his room. He fixed the vest he was wearing, before throwing it back on his bed. He was disgusted with himself that he couldn't even find the right outfit. He needed something that he would look good in, but everything he owned made him look stupid and young and immature.

He was hanging out with Han Solo tonight. Han, his dashing best friend who he'd liked for so long now. He couldn't remember what life was like before he'd met Han, and fallen head-over-heels in love with the rugged college kid. Sure, there was three years age difference, but that never stopped them from spending as much time together as possible.

There was just one issue. Luke's parents could not stand Han, especially since Han had first hit freshman year, and started acting out. It didn't help that Han had gotten a reputation. Luke knew that most of the stuff people said Han did just simply weren't true, but he had no way of proving it to his parents, because they didn't believe him, and if anyone asked Han, he would laugh.

It was while he was thinking about this that he heard knocking at his door. He didn't even get a chance to tell whoever it was to come in when the door opened, and in stepped his sister, Leia. She smirked at Luke, who scrambled to get another t-shirt from his closet, not even caring which one it was. He quickly threw it on over his head, and straightened out all the creases.

Leia smirked at him. "What? It's not like I haven't seen you shirtless."

Luke rolled his eyes, and threw a pillow at his twin. "What do you want, Leia?"

She smiled. "Your boyfriend is here, Luke."

Luke groaned. Han was here, and he still didn't have the perfect outfit picked out. "He's not my boyfriend," he defended himself, although he added a mental, not yet.

Leia simply rolled her eyes; they'd had this conversation multiple times. "That could very well be true, but you know you want him to be."

Luke could feel the heat rushing to his face, and he was pretty sure that if he would look in his mirror, he would see himself blushing. Leia's smirk returned, as though her brother's tomato-red face was vocal confirmation. Then again, actions did speak louder than words.

Suddenly, Luke heard the house's doorbell ring, and Luke went to run down and get it. However, he knew he was too late once he got to the top of the staircase and he heard his father's loud voice yelling.

"LUKE SKYWALKER! WHY IS HAN SOLO, THE VERY BOY WE TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM, AT OUR DOOR?!"

Luke ran down the stairs, taking them two-by-two, and just jumping the bottom four, in order to reach his father in time. Once he got down there, he found Anakin Skywalker standing near the door, with his arms folded crisply over his chest. He was staring down the boy at the door, who was wearing a leather jacket, and had a motorcycle helmet under his arm. Luke's heart melted when his blue eyes met Han's brown ones.

"Well?" Anakin asked, breaking his glance from Han, and turning to look at his son.

Luke managed an impish grin, which was pretty great considering the death glare his father was giving him. He couldn't help it though, just being around Han made him happy, even with his dad looking grumpy.

"Because we're going to hang out?" It ended up sounding more like a question, and that made Han laugh. Luke risked a glance, and Han caught his eyes, and his eyes darted to Anakin. He rolled his eyes, as though he was trying to tell Luke, Can you believe this guy?

"OVER MY DEAD BODY!" Anakin shouted, and Luke felt himself wincing. He should've realized that this was going to be a bad idea, but he really couldn't help it. Han had asked if he wanted to hang out, and Luke had said yes. He could never really say no to the college kid, even if he tried. He should've realized that there was going to be an issue, as Anakin had the day off from the police department.

Han smirked, and Luke had a bad feeling about what was going to happen next. He had a feeling that Han was just about to make the whole situation about ten times worse.

"That could be arranged, sir," the darker haired boy told Anakin Skywalker, causing him to glare at Han again.

"You're not helping!" Luke exclaimed, not able to believe that Han would even dare to say such a thing! He was aware of the fact that Anakin did not like him, so why did he bother to even try?

Anakin's face turned beat red. "Alright! That's it! Get out of my house right now, mister! I'll have you arrested next time I catch you around here!" He pushed Han away from the door, and Han went with him. Before he could disappear completely though, he turned to Luke and winked.

Once he was gone, Anakin turned to Luke, furious.

"You know what I think of that boy!" he yelled. Luke didn't glorify his father with a reply. He had a real bad feeling about what the chief of police was going to tell his son. Anakin didn't like the silence. He looked at Luke, and growled, "Your bedroom, now. Don't think about leaving! You're grounded until further notice, do you understand?"

Luke nodded his head, glumly. His night was not going nearly as well as he had originally planned.

He walked slowly back up to his room, his head down the entire way. Once he got to his room, he slammed himself down on his bed, and let the tears come. He was really stupid for even thinking that there would've been anyway that he and Han would've been able to hang out. He knew his dad had today off, so why had he said yes to Han's proposal that they hung out? He should've said no, but for some reason he just didn't. And now the whole night was fucked up. And it was all his fault.

He should've known that tonight was going to work out. Nothing ever did for him anyways.