Sleep With Me.

2. His Company

"Luke, you don't have to do that. Violence isn't the answer," I said, scared of what would happen. By the looks of it, things between Lucas and Charles were heating up rapidly.

"Hey, she came with me, go blame her," Charles accused. Lucas' body stiffened, his toned body being outlined by his shirt.

"You fucking asshole. I will punch your dick so hard, it will come off," I gritted, my anger displaying. He stepped back an inch or two, completely horrified at what I said. Lucas turned to face me, amusement clearly on his face.

"You hypocrite. I thought you said violence was not the answer, princess," he grinned, holding his stomach to restrain the upcoming laughter.

"Haha, funny," I sassed, rolling my eyes. However, I still had my focus right at Charles. Lucas stopped laughing and stared intently at him.

"Get out of here," Lucas spat, giving him the you're-lucky-I-didn't-kill-you glare. Charles shook his head in response and scrambled away.

"Coward," I sniggered.

"Says the girl who was crying because some guy was feeling her up," he chuckled.

"Man, shut up," I scoffed, folding my arms like a little girl.

"I was just kidding. You want some coffee or something?" He asked.

"I'm actually in the mood for some whiskey, but coffee sounds good," I smiled.

"Then let's go," he said, tugging me away, leading me to the front door. I stepped outside with him and inhaled the fresh air. Well, it wasn't exactly "fresh" air, but it's better than inside the house.

I followed Lucas to where he parked his black Porsche. What a spoiled brat. He took my hand and opened up the door, waiting for me to enter the vehicle.

"Luke, I told you I'm not into that cheesy shit. You don't have to open the door for me," I reminded.

"I've known you since year 8. I know what you like and don't like, but hey, who says I can't be a gentleman?" He shrugged.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. get in the car and drive," I demanded playfully.

"Okay! Gosh, tiger," he laughed, getting into the driver's seat as I closed to door and buckled my own seat beat. As he started the ignition, classical music began to play. How soothing.

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"Julie? Are you up?" Lucas asked, shaking my shoulder.

"Huh, what happened?" I groaned, sitting up straight in my seat.

"You fell asleep. But, we're here at the coffee shop. You still want some or you wanna go home?"

"I want coffeee," I said, opening the door.

As we walked inside the small coffee shop, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and sweet pastries filled up my senses. I peered into the glass cakes that held the sweets.

"Mmm," He inhaled.

Right after we ordered our coffee and pastries, we found a secluded table to sit at in a dim corner. It felt great talking to Lucas like this again. By far, he's been my closest friend, but still, I don't consider him a best friend. I'm the kind of person that builds walls around themselves even when someone has already discovered my flaws and aprreciates them. I grew up without anyone to hold me up. My isolation didn't bother me, though at times, you start to have strange, depressing thoughts.

"Hey, you alright? You're like, in deep thought," he curiously wondered, taking a huge bite into his blueberry muffin.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Just thinking," I said, sipping my coffee.

We drank and ate in silence unless he broke the silence.

"How'd you end up with Charles?" He asked.

"W-what?" I stuttered, spilling a little bit of coffee back into the mug.

"I'm pretty sure what I asked was said clearly," he chuckled.

"Okay, okay. Well, I was just in the corner, drinking Bud Light, then they just kinda went up to me and told me to hang out with them," I explained in one breath.

"They? Them? Who?" He asked, his eyes widening.

"Oh. Uhm. . Uh, you know, Charles. And . . err, Jason," I shyly answered.

"JASON? AND CHARLES? Christ, Jules, they're punks! They're like fucking rapists! How could you be so stupid?" He yelled, wailing his arms in the air.

"Luke, I didn't know them, alright? Besides, nothing happened," I whispered, avoiding his harsh glare.

"Nothing happened? Oh really? Because the last time I checked, you were about to get fucking raped," he bit back.

"You know what? If you're just gonna rub in my face how careless I was, save it. Thanks for rescuing my ass. And thanks for the damn coffee," I screamed while getting up from my chair.

"No, wait." He said, pulling me back by grabbing my wrist. "I'm sorry, Jules. I'm sorry I overreacted. I just, I don't know. I'm sorry. Stay, please"

I hesitated for a moment, but was then easily convinced. "Fine," I said as I sat back down.

Lucas still looked at me with a sense of disappointment, but he kept his mouth shut.

"Why'd you say I was your girlfriend?" I muttered.

His eyes met mine as he spoke in a hushed tone. "What did you want me to say? 'Hey, back off because she's my best friend'? That doesn't really sound convincing."

"That's true," I agreed.

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Hours went by, and we were no where close to being sleepy. I know I've always been an insomniac, though the coffee was an extra boost.

"You ready to go home?" Lucas asked.

I shook my head, staring out the small window to my right. "No. My parents are out of town. You?"

"Parents are on a business trip, so same here. Wanna sleep over?" He smirked.

"Mr. Lucas O'Neill, we are not in grade school," I laughed.

"Don't be a killjoy, Ms. Julie Lancaster," he chuckled.

"Okay, fine. But, I get the bed, and you sleep on the floor," I demanded. He nodded his head and promised.

"Let's go hoooome," he pleaded.

"Mmkay. I'll drive the Porsche," I smirked, taking the keys away from his grip.

"Ugh. You're such a brat, Julie."

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A/N: Sorry for allllll the dialogue. That's just how this story works. Communication. But, yep.