Before I could speak, he wouldn't let me. He put his fingers on my pink lips and made a 'shh' noise. He smiled at me, a genuine one which made my heart flutter even more.

"Anyways, I only came over to hangout with you and sleepover," Luke said, blushing slightly.

I never seen this side of him which made me so happy. I nodded and smiled warmly at him.

"Whatever, lets watch a horror movie. It's already a horror looking at how dirty your room is," he scoffed, turning his head to look around.

I pouted slightly, but I couldn't help but smile. He's back to his old self again. Not like I'm happy he is. Luke turned to me and smirked. He pulled up his phone and went on an app called Netflix, searching for horror movies. We sat on my bed with my head peering over his broad shoulder.

He clicked on this horror movie which seemed scary and picked up my warm fluffy blanket. I haven't seen a movie in years and the time I watched my first horror movie, I couldn't even watch it all they way, because it was past my bedtime.

I chuckled softly.

Life goes by fast.

"Are you scared?" Luke teased, still no expression.

I swear I could see a ghostly smirk on his face. After his whole explanation, I can see right through him now. I wonder what happened and why he is here.

"Nothing?" Luke asked again, his eyebrow raising.

I smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up. His face went tomato red and I couldn't help but giggle at it. He's adorable and the fact that he doesn't show emotions often, it made me determined to make him feel comfortable towards me. Even though it already seems like he is.

Luke scoffed and pressed play on the video. This experience was like every cheesy romance movies I watched in my friend's house on sleepovers. I would get scared and occasionally jump into his arms, getting closer and closer to his chest. Instead of pushing me away, however, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him.

During the movie on his phone, it suddenly fell out of his hands and little snoring sounds could be heard. His back was leaning against the wall of my quarantine bubble with his head on top of mine. He wrapped his arm that was previously holding the phone around my stomach and held me closer into him.

My head was held against his chest, my ear on his heartbeat. It was a slow heartbeat. He seemed calm. My face slowly turned crimson and I looked up to his face. I slipped my hand out of his grip and touched a piece of hair in front of his face. I tucked it in and stared at his lips. My heartbeat beating faster and faster. He inhaled and exhaled. I matched my breathing to his.

I didn't notice myself leaning closer and closer,

and soon, my lips touched his jaw. I couldn't control myself, plus the height difference was really embarrassing. Being shorter than him, I could only reach his jaw, because of his constraints on me. He didn't wake up which was really good for me. I just couldn't help, but think how stupid I am.

That's when I realized, I fell in love.

Worst of all.

I fell in love with someone out of my quarantine bubble.

Somebody who's going to fear me later on when people around me slowly and slowly have their life slip away.

I pushed myself out of Luke's arms and stole the key in the back pocket of his jeans.

I put on the quarantine suit and unlocked the quarantine bubble.

I need to find Anthony.