Author's note:

I wrote some more for this story. Yay me. I also have an idea of were I want this to go and have written some of the later parts so I will most likely post more. If you feel like it leave a review, because I always have a good time reading those.

When I met Luke I felt like I was in a movie. It was senior year of college and I was taking my last English class ever. I had been putting it off since freshman year, seeing as English was my worst subject. However, despite my worst fears, the class was really easy. I went to the lectures because there was an attendance grade, a telltale sign that this was a freshman class, but spent the whole time doing homework for other classes.

It was right around midterms. My hair was in a messy bun, I had my glasses on, and I was wearing a t-shirt that was giant but free from the career fair. I realized the lecture was over when everyone started packing up. I shoved my laptop in my bag, scooped up the rest of my books, and started rushing to the library. I was looking at the stairs below my feet when all of the sudden I collided with something, or rather someone. It was a classic rom-com moment.

"Oh my gosh I am so sorry," Luke exclaimed, squatting down to start collecting the books that had tumbled out of my arms.

"I probably should have been looking where I was going,' I said bending down to help. We reached for the same book and our hands touched. I quickly pulled mine away.

"Advanced architectural design, must be smart." He handed me the book. I looked at him for the first time. His blonde hair was a little messy, but in an effortless and handsome way. His blue eyes sparkled like his smile.

"Thanks," I mumbled back laughing a little. We both straitened up. Somehow he was holding all but the one book that he had handed me.

"Where are you headed off to?"

"The library, I have some studying to do."

"Well you seem like you could use some help carrying these books! Mind if I join you?"

"Sure," I responded, once again letting out a little laugh again. He took the book out of my hand I gave him one of those looks like I know what you're doing. To be honest though, I didn't mind it at all.

We went to the library and spent more time talking than studying. It was the start of a perfect relationship. After college, we both got jobs and moved into an apartment together. People always told me that I had one of the good ones, and I did.

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Luke was in a frat, and we conveniently met a week before his next date party. Which was how I ended up struggling to glue on fake lashes on a Friday night. I was wearing a black bodycon dress and a pair of strappy heels. I had just finished getting ready when I heard a knock. I opened it up to see Luke on the other side.

"Wow," he said looking me up and down, "Annabeth you look beautiful." He also looked good. We had hung out a few times that week, but neither of us had really bothered with dressing up. The best I had done so far was put in my contacts and add a layer of mascara. But here he stood in the doorway. In black dress pants and a white button up shirt, he had never looked more like a model. The shirt hugged his torso and arms without being too tight and the dress shoes gave him a little extra height, so he was still a few inches taller than me.

"Thank you," I responded, "you clean up well." I grabbed my purse and stepped out into the hallway. We walked over to the frat house where the party was, talking the whole time. That was one think I liked about Luke. It felt completely effortless to talk to him.

When we walked into the party it was already packed. Luke waved at some people, and then took my hand and lead me upstairs. That was where the hard liquor was. So, we took shots. Then we went downstairs and got some beers. Then we drank more, and some more. The music was loud and I barley noticed how drunk I was getting. Luke and I were dancing together, getting closer and closer. At some point he kissed me, and I kissed him back.

The party finally died down, and Luke and I stumbled outside away form the loud music. My ears were ringing as we drunkenly walked back to my apartment. I fumbled with my key, but eventually go the door open and walked in. I pulled Luke in after me and closed the door again. He leaned in for another kiss. After a minute he pulled away, but not very far.

"Well I told you that I would get you home safe, and here we are."

"Yup," I said. I could feel his chest moving under my hands as he breathed.

"Do you want me to leave?" He asked. I gently grabbed onto the front of his shirt and pulled his lips back to mine.

"Not really," I mumbled as I kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me pulling me closer as we kissed. We slowly walked through the dark apartment, our lips still against each other. We made it to my room without running into too much furniture.

The next morning I woke up wrapped in his arms. I felt warm. Looking at his face I felt like he was someone that I could fall in love with and trust.

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When I dragged my legs up the stairs to our apartment after work, I could hear the music playing. It was happy music. Must be Luke. I walked into the front door and saw Luke cooking in the kitchen. He noticed me walk in and smiled at me. His smile still sparkled. I plastered a smile on my face hoping that he would believe it. Luke was like a ray of sunshine. He was handsome and happy and had no concept of sadness. It was beautiful and infuriating and the same time.

"I'm making dinner, how was your day?" He asked.

"It was good, I'm making good progress on my project. How about you?" I sat down at the kitchen table. Our conversation continued in the way it normally did. We shared our days with each other until dinner was ready. Throughout all of it I acted like everything was okay. Which wasn't really a lie. Everything was mostly okay. I just sort of felt like the world was moving in slow motion around me. It felt like I wasn't a part of it. I felt like I was watching a tv show of someone else's life.

After dinner we cleaned the kitchen and changed out of our work clothes. We decided to watch some tv together, which is how I found myself sitting on the couch waiting for Luke. There were framed photos of us on the shelf next to the tv. The people in those photos looked so happy and so in love. I wanted to be them. I didn't want to hurt Luke, but I knew that we weren't right together. He was amazing, but I wasn't right for him. He was going to find a girl that was just as happy as him. They were going to get married on a beautiful summers day, and have a whole bundle of beautiful babies.

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It was 2am and I couldn't sleep. I was sat at the kitchen table with only the dim overhead light on. Luke walked into the kitchen rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Hey why are you up? It's like 2am."

"I want to end it," I whispered. I didn't want to say it out loud.

"What?" His face told me that he knew exactly what I had said. He just didn't want to hear it.

"We aren't right for each other. My coworker just moved out of her apartment and will sublet it to me. I'm moving out tomorrow." I stared at my hands as I said the words. I couldn't bare to look at his face.

"What?" This time I could hear the pain in his voice. He sat down across from me at the table, taking my hands in his. We sat like that for a while. Neither of us said a word, both of us just staring at our intertwined hands. Eventually he got up and went back to sleep. I didn't. I was moved out within three days.