I fall down on my bed a huge smile plastered across my face. Perfect. This was the only word to describe my mood, my life, everything. It’s funny how a guy can change your perspective on things. Usually I’d be pretty much pissed and aimlessly play some game, now I’m happier than anyone and well I’ll probably still aimlessly play a game, but this time I’ll be happy about it. I hear my mother cursing someone (most likely me) in the hallway, yet it doesn’t even anger me, I can’t stop smiling like a complete love struck idiot… love… could this be love? No, I don’t think so, this is probably just infatuation right? My phone buzzes and I squeal like a little girl. Quickly I unlock my phone and check the message.

From: Luhan

I forgot to tell you that the coach is going to hold the soccer try-outs tomorrow, so remember to show up at 15:30. DON’T BE LATE >.>

Also can’t wait to see you tomorrow ^.^

Try-outs tomorrow? Oh gosh, I hope I don’t screw it up again (well okay to be fair I didn’t screw it up, since the idiot who hit me with the ball was clearly at fault) but that’s not my biggest worry right now. I should think of a smart and witty reply, maybe add something cute. That’s what people in relationships do right? No wait, this isn’t a relationship… I’m not quite sure what this is… Is this a relationship? I should google it… BUT not now, what I should do now, is reply, then again if I reply too soon he’ll think I’ve been waiting at the phone the whole time, I should wait like thirty minutes at least.

To: Luhan

Tomorrow?? You actually got him to give me another shot? THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :D

See you tomorrow :3

Okay waiting a minute to reply is long enough. I’m not completely heartless. Plus I totally nailed that smart, witty and cute thing I was going for… okay no I didn’t, I just went full on fangirl, agh I guess he’ll just have to live with the fact that I at being a girl.

I should probably plan on what to wear tomorrow, not something too y, not too casual, I do want him to look at me and think: “Hey she’s slightly above average looking!” Yep. I should wear a dress, something cute and girly, something that disguises my manly personality. Hmmm, yes a floral dress that shows the right amount of cleavage, it reaches down to my knees. YES. This is perfect.  Okay, there wasn’t much planning on my outfit but can you blame me, I’m practically a dude.

I quickly walk into the university building, heading toward my first class (Poetry, whoooo, sooo excited for the impending humiliation that is about to commence) I’m almost inside of the room when I stop abruptly. Should I go sit next to Luhan, or should I just walk toward some other seat away from him? Maybe he’s not here… Should I leave a seat open for him then? What if he doesn’t sit next to me then? Oh gosh, why am I torturing myself like this, I look pretty today, he’s bound to sit next to me! Okay, maybe he won’t think I look pretty… Pssh obviously he will… no he won’t. FRICK FRACKET! Furiously I walk into the classroom, my mood instantaneously deteriorating because of my overthinking. I glare at all the happy couples in the room, how dare they make it all seem so simple, IT OBVIOUSLY ISN’T. I fling my bag into a chair and fall down onto the chair next to it. I click my pen impatiently, waiting for the damned lecturer to start today’s lesson.

“Is this seat taken?” One of the hottest guys in my course (Luke) asks.

“Uhm… n-“

“Yes, so move along” Luhan grumbles cutting me off.

Luke looks at Luhan, clearly shocked that one of his friends had so rudely shooed him away, shaking his head he shuffles away, searching for another seat.

“Morning?”

Luhan merely nods his head in reply, picks my bag up and falls down on the seat, placing my bag onto the ground next to me. He yawns, his features laced with annoyance, he throws the lecturer a dirty look, mumbles something about lectures being too early and rests his head on his arms.

The lecture starts and Luhan doesn’t even budge once. Maybe I should poke him, just to check if he’s still alive. I’m seriously not used to him being in this foul mood… then again I’ve never really hung out with him in the mornings, so I have no idea what he’s like. Clearly he isn’t a morning person though. After some time I nod my head in determination, I should ask him what’s up, I mean that’s what someone who is in a couple-ish thing would do, riiight?

“You okay?” I ask, gingerly tapping his shoulder.

“So tired” Luhan mumbles, slightly turning his head toward me, “You look pretty today”

A smug smile crosses my lips. Awww yiss, I knew he’d say that! NOW I must reply with a small comment like, oh this? I just threw it together, I didn’t really worry much about my appearance, hmm yes yes this will work!

“EHEHE thanks” I reply, my face redder than a tomato, because apparently I am incapable of uttering a single thought, unless it’s something completely embarrassing, because yes then I am a master at expressing my dirty thoughts that belong in a gutter. Fortunately Luhan didn’t notice my socially awkwardness (or maybe he did, but he was too tired to tease me?)

After what seemed like an eternity the lecture ended, I nudge Luhan with my elbow a few times. How is he even capable of sleeping in such an uncomfortable position? No matter how much I nudge him, he doesn’t even show any sign of being alive.

“Luhan?” I whisper, shaking him slightly.

No response.

“Luuuu~” I whine, why won’t he wake up already?

He groans and turns his face away from me.

Argh, and I was trying so hard to be cute and nice and just the perfect girlfriend, why must he insist on me showing my true colours?

“XI LU HAN, WAKE YOUR UP” I bellow giving him a hard shove.

Luhan’s eyes snap open and he almost tumbles off of his seat. His hair sticking up in every direction, his cheeks a pinkish colour. I have to admit he looks so freaking cute right now.

“Agh why did I have to fall for a barbarian?” Luhan grumbles, quickly fixing his hair.

Awww he fell for me? How sweet! Not so sweet for calling me a barbarian…

“Tsk. It’s not my fault if you’re comatose when you sleep” I mutter, getting to my feet.

“Njeh njeh njeeeeh” Luhan replies, his noises signifying his annoyance.

I turn around my eyes narrowed at him. Does he really want to start an argument right here, because I have no problem with that. Stupid dip.

“What” Luhan asks glaring at me.

Oho! So he does want to have an argument? Well fine. He will have his damned argument.

“What yourself” I snap, my features pulled into a scowl.

Suddenly Luhan’s lips are pulled into a huge smile.

“You really do look beautiful” He whispers, quickly pecking me on the lips.

Hehe isn’t he just the cutest thing ever? I take his hand in mine.

“Let’s get some coffee” I sigh, brushing his fringe back into place.

“Yes please!” He concurs happily.

Gratefully we accept the coffee from the waitress (Luhan almost immediately downing it) It’s strange to think that I hated him, even without knowing anything about him, all I really knew was his name… yet that was good enough for me to hate him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Luhan asks red-faced.

I shake my head a shy smile playing on my lips. It’s not like I can tell him how cute I think he is, especially not so early in our… relationship. I look around to see who else is in the coffee shop when I notice Megan and Summer staring at us. Megan’s face filled with rage and confusion. I honestly don’t know what the hell her problem is, she should honestly just back the hell off, or she will see me going hulk on her .

Luhan takes my hand and pulls me over to his seat, lovingly rubbing his nose against mine.

“Want to piss her off even more?” He enquires a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

“Hell yes” I reply flashing him a devilish grin.

He pulls my face up to his and kisses me… I’m about to break away when he tightens his hold on me. Well… apparently my lips are stuck to his, I can live with it… Okay no I can’t, how am I supposed to eat? I love food too much to be deprived of it.

Finally Luhan breaks the kiss, our breathing slightly hitched. We’ve just become one of those couples whom I absolutely hate. Then again I was single and all anti-love when I decided that I hate these couples, so my perspective has changed A LOT. I notice Megan storm out of the shop and a worried Summer scurry after her. Heh, looks like she got what she deserved. Luhan who apparently didn’t notice her leaving, pulls me in for another kiss.

“You know she left already…” I whisper.

“Woman, be quite and let me kiss you” Luhan grumbles, his lips finding mine effortlessly.

Aish, this guy is so freaking bossy. How can he even tell me what to do. I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS.

“Don’t tell me what to do” I snap flicking his nose.

Luhan rubs his nose, his forehead creased with annoyance.

“I will tell you what to do” He retorts, his eyes locked on mine.

“Well just watch me leave then” I hiss, taking my bag and tossing my money for the coffee at him.

“You will not pay for the coffee woman!” He growls, shoving the money back into my hand.

“I will pay for whatever I want” I snarl, shoving the money toward him.

“Oh no, you will not” He objects, now staring me down.

A few people stare at as, amused at the situation taking place in front of them.

Why must he be this hard-headed? I am an independent woman and I do not need nor want his damned charity. I shall not accept him paying for the coffee.

“Oh yes I will” I challenge him.

“Shut up. You will not pay for this and that is final” He states, slamming the money onto the table, and tossing my money back into my bag, “Now get your toward the locker rooms and go change for soccer”

“Hey I’m n-“

“Woman do not even start with me right now” He silences me, shooing me toward the locker room area.

I enter the locker room grumpily. Honestly this guy makes me so angry, why must he be such a pain in the . I won’t tolerate being talked to like that. I quickly change into my soccer uniform, thinking of how I’m going to tell him off for talking to me like that. I exit the room but he isn’t waiting for me there… which is rude. Luckily it will give me enough time to think of the perfect sentence to use on him.

I strut onto the soccer field and see him seated on one of the benches talking to some of his teammates.

“Arielle you better not disappoint me!” He shouts over toward me.

Disappoint him? He has some nerve, thinking that I’m doing this for him.

“Can you be more supportive?” I complain, scowling at him.

Tsk. Why am I even interested in that idiot. Clearly he doesn’t understand how supporting your girlfriend works. I join the other girls who are huddled around the coach. This better not be like last time. I HAVE TO MAKE THE TEAM. I can’t lose in front of Luhan, how can the captain of the soccer team date a girl who wasn’t even able to make the girl’s soccer team? It’s unheard of.

The coach blows the whistle and I start running. This is it. I’m doing it. I easily get hold of the ball and swiftly move through the obstacle course. Now I just have to get a goal. Crap the first team’s goalie is there… how am I supposed to get past him?

“ARIELLE, AIM FOR HIS RIGHT SIDE!!” Luhan screeches from the stands.

Why thank you Luhan. Not only did the goalie hear your advice, but so did the rest of the university. You are an idiot. I lift my leg and kick, not for the right side, but for the left, luckily the dip goalie thought I was going to follow Luhan’s advice and flung himself to the right. AAAAAND GOAL!

There’s a loud cheering and I see Luhan happily running to my side. He flings his arms around me and spins me around in a circle.

“You were brilliant!” He gushes, kissing me on the forehead.

“Calm down, I’m not in the team yet” I shush him half embarrassed by his affection.

“Of course you’ll make the team!” He sings, still cuddling me

The coach breaks our small embrace, by blowing his whistle. He walks over to me and tosses me a red and gold team shirt, with the number 11 on.

“Welcome to the team, Miss. Jones”

I smile down at the shirt, it has the same number as Luhan… that can’t be an coincidence can it?

“YOU DID IT!” Luhan cheers, hugging me even tighter, “WE HAVE TO CELEBRATE”

Wow, he’s even more excited than I am… okay no he isn’t, I haven’t been able to stop squealing at the material in my hands. I’ve wanted this for so long, it’s impossible for me to act all cool and calm.

“Let’s go celebrate this weekend!” I decide (if we celebrated tonight, Luhan would be in an even worse mood tomorrow morning)

Luhan nods in agreement.