Merry Ex-Mas Epilogue Sneak Peak
I gotta show you a lil’ something while I’m still working on it. You guys have been so patient waiting for this epilogue and it is going to be massive.
So I shall present you this. Thank you! From my exes to lovers (again) Christmas Juke fic ‘Merry Ex-Mas’. Here on AO3 --------------
“Luke with sleeves? I’m sorry, Mrs. Patterson, I just assumed Luke just came out of the womb with a muscle tee. Can you confirm or deny?”
Emily laughed, “No. You can thank Julie for his… choice in attire,”
Luke sat up, “Mom-”
This was news to Julie, “What? Me?”
“Didn’t he tell you?”
“Oh now you have to tell it,” Flynn urged, leaning in.
“Well, around when Luke was 12 or 13, you know, in the throes of adolescence and puberty-”
“He used to sweat a lot, especially when he was nervous,”
Mitch nodded, corroborating the story, “It’s true. Almost couldn’t hold the guitar. Didn’t Rose have to wipe his fingers before playing?”
“I’m dying. I’m dead. I’ve passed on-” Luke moaned, shrinking into the couch. Julie cooed and stroked his hair, finding his embarrassment adorable...
“I remember one day,” Emily began, “he came home, after lessons, and he was just fidgeting and sweating up a storm. You know what he told me that day. ‘Mom, I think I like Julie’.”
Julie peered at Luke, “You never told me this part of the story.”
“Because it was embarrassing,” Biting the bullet, Luke ended up explaining the rest of it, “But basically, I nearly sweat myself to death because I kept chickening out when trying to tell you how I felt.”
She emitted a drawn out ‘ohhhhh’, beginning to see where this was going, “That explained why you’d cut lessons short.”
There was a faint memory of a prepubescent Luke ducking out of the studio whenever Julie stopped by to say hello. She had thought it was weird, since when had her best friend ran away from her. She might have pouted about it to her mom, claiming that “Boys are the worst!”
“Not gonna let you see my gross underarm stains. I was 13. I reeked!” Emily certainly didn’t refute that, “So fast forward some weeks, about 10 ruined shirts later, I finally came to my senses-”
“And he proceeded to cut off the sleeves of all his shirts,” Mitch piped up.
Flynn hummed, “Yup. Sounds about right,”
“And I rolled up in the studio the next day, much more confident now that I don’t have sweat stains, and just… went for it”
Oh that was right. Their first kiss.
They had been left alone in the studio, after Luke’s session. Her mom had been teaching them how to write songs.
Their first song written together must have been terrible. She couldn’t search her memory for what it could have been about. That wasn’t what she remembered that day anyway.
Julie smiled all goofily, reminiscing the way Luke had scooted closer to her on the bench, her doing the same, this dance they would do until someone pulled away. But that day, Luke didn’t draw back. And neither did she.
Quite the ballsy move for a couple of 13 year olds.
Heart beating so fast, Julie had looked at him, right when he had asked- he asked- if he could kiss her. She had said yes, and it had been short and sweet and chaste.
Then the rest was history.
It really was ironic how the kisses that were the inception of their relationship happened in the same spot, on that piano bench, but life was like that sometimes.
“Maybe it was association, but if these shirts were gonna get me a kiss from a pretty girl?” he nudged her, “Then I’d be happy to wear them.”
“And to think it’s because you want to show off your arms,” she teased.
“The arms still get me that kiss now don’t they?”