Lukae

Lukae is an American boy, one of those typical white, blonde and tall guys. You’re a foreigner who came with your family to chase the so called ‘American dream’. You moved in to the house next to his, at first it was just longing glances and then they evolved into lovely dates. Your relationship was sweet, full of wholesome and funny moments that only you two knew were there. You two were each other’s dream come true. Everyone thought it was just the lovey-dovey phase, but you both knew that wasn’t true, you two truly loved each other like you had never loved anyone else. The relationship was full of late night, heart-to-heart, deep conversations, fun, car rides going over the speed limit (with a bunch of speeding tickets..), frequent shopping sprees, just an ongoing dream relationship, and, amongst all those other jokes and funny moments, this little joke began forming part of their routine, every time you do something considered stereotypical American behavior, he’d say: “You’re so American!” He loved you. He loved all your mannerisms and defects, every little thing about you, every single hair on your head, everything. Whenever you two had sleepovers, you’d stay up late at night with him, cuddling, chatting, just hugging each other in silence, a silence that was so comforting and sweet, the loving kind of silence. His parents loved you and it was just.. perfect. Today, to make up for his title of the perfect boyfriend, he invited you over to his house, where you now were playing Mario Kart deluxe, when you won, you celebrated and playfully made fun of him, jumping out of the couch and loudly saying with a proud voice: “Take that L!”, so he laughed and said “You’re Soo American my love!” In a playful voice.