Your laughter floats like a breeze to where Luke sits under the shade of a tree by the lakeshore. He thinks he's a bit pathetic, hunched and mulling over the copious amount of longing he feels for you, to be next to you. You, who's like a breath of fresh air and the sun's warmest ray to any and everyone. You, who's a complete opposite of everything he is.

He wants you. So, so badly. Frustration tastes bitter in his tongue; he doesn't know what to do. Luke's never been in love before — at least, that's what he thinks he's feeling for you. He's in love with you.

"Luke!" Your voice sounds much closer, and he could feel your warmth before he could see you; it's enough to snap him out of his sulking. He softens like butter when he spots you standing over him, smiling like he's just told you you won the lottery. Luke thinks he's won the lottery with you.

He grins lopsidedly in return. The dull ache in his chest suddenly feels like it's piercing him. You're so close, and you're so warm. "Hey, bub. Good swim?"