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-1983-
There was one thing about Leia that always caught Luke's eyes; she made broken look invincible. She always found a way to put the glass shards back together and become a beautiful masterpiece. Maybe that's why she doesn't fit in with her family, princesses are supposed to have perfect porcelain, not ridged glass shards. She wasn't meant to be pure and clean- she was meant to have dirt on her cheeks, bloody knees, and wings hidden under her pale skin.
She was like needles shaped into lace; she was like rocks formed like a pearl necklace; she was like a weed that is disgusted as a rose; she was a lot of everything mixed into one.
She licked her red tinted lips before taking a sip of the coffee again. She sat cross-legged in the booth, her hands cupping her coffee in her lap, looking around the cafe with wide brown eyes. Her baseball hat tilted down. shading her face.
Han and Luke sat on the other side, both gripping theirs coffees in their hand, and waiting for their food to be brought out. Squinting his eyes, Luke looked out the window, watching the sand blow away with the powerful wind. The sun shined brightly in his eyes, the same sun that saw them run away years before.
"Kid, don't blind yourself," Han said, causing Luke to jump in his seat. He reached behind him, grabbing the blinds, and pulled them down. Luke watched the sun disappear behind the blinds.
Leia spoke quickly like she was waiting for somebody to speak first, "What are we going to do now?" She asked, "Go home?" She bit the inside of her mouth, she wasn't used to saying 'home'.
Luke looked up at her after staring at his lap for moments, "You guys still living in the apartment in downtown Phoenix?"
"Of course," Leia told him, "That tiny shack has gotten us through a lot,"
The diner looked familiar, but they've been to hundreds of diners, they all seem to begin to look the same. Their whole life seems to look the same, all those years on the road begin to mix together.
Life seemed to go on endlessly on the road, like the day they left was the same day when they stopped.
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-1976-
Luke was cold. His tanned skin bumped up and he couldn't raise his arms without a sharp gush of wind freezing them again. He made the mistake of leaving his jacket at home, reassuring himself that it was a hot and humid day. However, he forgot that the school, when it's hot outside, turns up the air condition high, making it a winter wonderland inside.
The bell rang loudly and his class flooded out of the room quickly. Luke walked slowly out, this was the warmest room in the school, he wanted to bundle up in it. Grabbing his stuff, he walked out of the room to make sure to get to his class on time.
As he walked across the hallway, his eyes slowly glanced to the lost and found. Maybe he dropped a notebook or reading book somewhere sometime. He made his way to it, paranoid something of his was missing in there.
On his tip-toes, he looked into the bin, swishing it around with hand. Most were school supplies: notebook spirals cut him, old erasers were covered in pencil, and old pens had pieces broken off of it. But one thing caught his eye, a yellow letterman jacket, still a bright yellow even after all of the supplies dumped on it.
Luke guardedly picked it up, he was worried somebody would claim the jacket if he put it on. As he held it up, he noticed two things: it looked too big for him already and it looked to be a brand new jacket. He felt bad for whoever lost their jacket, but he was sure he'll look for them later. Right now, he was freezing cold.
He set his stuff down and shoved an arm through, breaking out a pencil lodged into the sleeve. It was comfy on him, though it reached passed his fingers and smelt like smoke. It was still warm on him.
Luke grabbed his stuff and rushed to his class, hoping nobody noticed his new jacket he just acquired.
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Han flicked the cigarette out of the van's window, he looked out into the van's mirror. He could see Luke rushing over to the van, still holding his books for the next period in his arms like usual.
This time was different, though. This time, he wore an awfully bright yellow jacket that drooped at his shoulders and covered his hands. Han looked out the window at him and he realized that that was the same jacket that he threw into the lost and found to get rid of the untasteful color. How the hell did Luke get it?
Once Luke hopped into the passenger seat, Han said impatiently, "Where'd you get that bright ass jacket? Shit nearly blinded me,"
Luke looked down on it, blushing as though he was caught stealing a jacket from lost and found, "I was going to find the owner later," He protested, "But, at the time, I was freezing,"
Han smirked, "Calm down kid, I wasn't accusing you of anything," He continued, "I just didn't know why you'd be wearing that ugly thing,"
"It not that bad," Luke spat back, "It may be a bit...yellow but I like it!"
"Whatever you say, just don't give it back to me anytime soon. Keep it as long as you'll like," Han rolled his eyes as he backed out of the parking spot. They're already late for lunch with Leia, though she always claims they're late.
"Back to you?" Luke looked over at him, buckling his seatbelt.
"Yeah, football players get that. I didn't like it so I "lost" it,"
"I can give it back to you if you-"
Han interrupted, "I said I'd rather not have that again,"
"What if the football players asked why I have it?" Questioned Luke as he held onto the jacket, clenching his nails into them.
"Believe me, they don't care,"
Luke sealed his lips watching Han turn the steering wheel with one hand. Every time he sat in the van, he felt older, like the smell of smoke and empty pop cans made him feel like a junior. Maybe just being with Han made him feel older. It was like they were adults, out of high school and didn't have anything else to stress about. All the thought of homework and grade was forgotten.