it was 1 in the morning, far past your curfew, and you were blasting Jeff Buckley’s Grace Album while you shoved your face in the Taco Bell parking lot.

the past few weeks— even month— had been rough on you mentally, but tonight was your breaking point.

you had been at a baseball game, cheering on your boyfriend, luke tyler.

he was a super good pitcher who had offers from almost every D1 school in the country. not to mention his father was the mayor, but that isn’t why you liked him. you liked him because he didn’t care what you looked like, how you acted in different situations, he just liked you for who you are.

however, after the game your friends started leaving to go to an event— that you clearly weren’t invited to. they tried to play it off, but you knew they didn’t want you to go.

yet, you played it off and said you had places to go (you didn’t).

plus earlier that day you had gotten into an argument with luke over college, which meant you didn’t have anyone to talk to.

and how you ended up in the taco bell parking lot. still crying to jeff Buckley.

you were so in your feelings, you didn’t even realize that someone parked next to you, and was tapping on your window.

you looked up just to see luke tapping on your window, with an unreadable face.

you unroll the window and look at him, “luke? i thought you were at the party.”

he shrugs, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and sliding his blue eyes over your face, “i did. i just didn’t see the importance of staying.”

that’s all he says before he walks to the passenger seat of your car.