(BOOK 3) Chapter 27 - This Is What Makes Us Girls

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Remember how we used to party up all night
Sneaking out and looking for a taste of real life
Drinking in the small town firelight
(Pabst Blue Ribbon on ice)

Sweet sixteen and we had arrived
Walking down the streets as they whistle, "Hi, hi!"
Stealin' police cars with the senior guys
Teachers said we'd never make it out alive

There she was my new best friend
High heels in her hands, swayin' in the wind
While she starts to cry, mascara runnin' down her little Bambi eyes:
"Lana, how I hate those guys."

This is what makes us girls
We all look for heaven and we put our love first
Somethin' that we'd die for, it's our curse
Don't cry about it, don't cry about it
This is what makes us girls
We don't stick together 'cause we put our love first
Don't cry about him, don't cry about him
It's all gonna happen

And that's where the beginning of the end begun
Everybody knew that we had too much fun
We were skippin' school and drinkin' on the job
(With the boss)

Sweet sixteen and we had arrived
Baby's table dancin' at the local dive
Cheerin our names in the pink spotlight
Drinkin' cherry schnapps in the velvet night

Yo we used to go break in
To the hotel, glimmer and we'd swim
Runnin' from the cops in our black bikini tops
Screaming, "Get us while we're hot. Get us while we're hot."

- This is What Makes US Girls, Lana Del Rey



I had to remind myself to breathe. I looked down at his trainers just to avoid me looking at what he was wearing which would lead me to look him in the eye.

He mumbled something that remotely sounded as if he was asking for Sam. He didn't want to see me either then.

My mind split into two, I knew Sam wouldn't want him in the house, but I didn't want to go and explain to Sam that Luke was the door. If I had just said that he was in the kitchen and let him find his own way there it would be better. I decided to be a coward and told him that Sam was in the kitchen. I moved to the side as Luke slide into the house.

My 6inch hells provided the soundtrack of my heart. As Luke made his way towards the kitchen, with me behind him, my heart pounded harder against my skin. It was as if I was in my own personal horror movie, the more we edged towards the door the more my heart raced.

How would Sam react, would Sam even react? Would he just act like nothing happened between them two, was no love lost between them? Or would Sam reach for the nearest weapon? Luke turned the handle, opening the door, the drums banged harder as he walked into the kitchen. My only view was his black jacket until he moved closer into the kitchen. I looked straight at Sam, the smile that he had when I left the room was replaced with a scowl. He looked at me, still scowling, as if had planned this. I hope that my facial expression translated that I was just as shocked as he was. I would have expected Amy to greet Luke, but from the look on Sam's face she knew that this wasn't the time for her antics.

Sam finally spoke after painful silence. ''What do you want?''

Luke shrugged; I couldn't see his face so I couldn't make out what he was thinking, shrugging? At Sam? ''Just to chat init''

''About what?'' Amy and I both looked at the bottle on the table that Sam had put down when he first came into the kitchen. Sam continued to scowl, and Amy silently moved forward, picking up the bottle, then retiring to her previous position. I said a tiny prayer; she was thinking what I was thinking then.

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