Bro Code : Luke Hemmings IN EDITING

Chapter Five - PART TWO : IN EDITING

I'm on my way back down stairs to get Michael when I hear someone call my name. I turn around to see Luke.

"What's going on?" he says, walking over to me.

"Nothing, just heading down to find Mikey," I smile.

"Oh, want me to help?" he offers with a smile. He is hot.

"Yeah, sure. Thanks," I say as we head down stairs.

"Where was he when you left?"

"Dancing," I simply state.

"Michael!? Michael Clifford?!" he asks, shocked.

"Yeah?" I say, coming to the last couple of stairs.

"The kid is clumsy and has two left feet!" he laughs.

"Not everyone can have smooth feet and dance li-" I say before tripping on the second to last stair. Luckily, Luke is in front of me and catches me.

"I can tell," he says, out of breath as he holds me from the ground. Adrenaline is pulsating through me. His eyes are so pretty. They are a light blue, but they pop so bright, I can barely look away. He stands me up, but only to put his lips on mine. He was hesitant, but did. 

I don't know what is going on, but my stomach is erupting. I have butterflies that can potentially make me sick. His lips are different. I thought that Michael's moved in sync with mine, but I couldn't have been more wrong. Luke's move everywhere I need them to be. It is sweet, yet new and testing. I slowly pull away as he kisses me one last time. His arms still wrapped tightly around me. 

"What was that.." I faintly whisper. It was perfect. That's what.

"I don't know, but I like it," he says giving me one more kiss. I smile and look up at him. He looks completely sober, which makes me feel slightly trashy, even though all the other people are drinking.

"Luke! MAN! What are you doing here?!" Michael screams, in his drunken state, from across the room. I quickly take a step away from Luke.

"Got the invite this morning and thought I'd check it out," he smiles.

"I see you've found my beautiful  friend, Hope," he slurs his compliment and flings a loose arm over my shoulder.

"Clumsy girl, that one," he laughs and nods in my direction. 

"I know, just like me! Isn't it funny?" he questions, but it was more of a statement.

"Yeah, hilarious," Luke seems bored, yet interested enough not to drop the conversation. 

"What have you been up to?" Michael asks with little care in his voice. He's at a party, he doesn't want to chat.

"Not much, saw you this afternoon, nothing new," he smiles at me. I feel my stomach get a couple of  butterflies. His smile is precious.

"Oh, that's cool," Michael returns with a nod. "Can we go home?" he asks me.

"Sure, something wrong?" I ask.

"I've had enough to drink and I don't want to make a fool of myself," he simply says. 

"I'll go get Brody!" I smile and head up to his room. I have to open a few doors, which people don't take to kindly. I reach his door and knock first. He doesn't answer, so I text him. He messages me back and tells me to come in.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you knock. I was listening to music with headphones in," he says, setting them on the table next to his laptop.

"It's okay," I smile. "I was wondering if you could take Michael and I home," I ask.

"Yeah, sure. Did you drive a car?" he questions.

"Yeah, we brought Mike's car."

"Okay, I gotta go find Trent. He'll drive behind us so I have a ride home. Wait out my the mail box, I'll be down in, like, five minutes," he says, standing up.

"Sounds good, thanks," I tell him. I leave his room and return to Michael, who is still with Luke; neither one talking.

I look between the two of them. "Did I miss something?" I joke.

"Nope, just waiting for you," Michael smiles.

"I was just going to say, it was nice meeting you again and say a proper goodnight," Luke smiles and takes me in for a hug.

"Good night," I tell him, I can feel my blush. With that, he walks away and leaves us. "Brody said to meet him out at the mail box. They're going to drive us home in your car."

"Let's head out!" he says, his arm flinging into the air and pointing towards the door.

We are waiting at the mailbox for about ten minutes before the two boys show up. We take Brody to  the spot where we parked and wait for Trent to pull up behind us. The car ride home is awkwardly quiet. I don't know what to say or do, so I aimlessly look out the window. When we pull up, Michael asks Brody to pull the car into the driveway. He does, then hands Mikey the keys. He hops into the front seat of the car Trent is driving and start down the dark street.

We walk to the fence together. It is easiest for Michael to sneak into his room from the balcony; my room is impossible to get to from outside. I will have to quietly sneak into the door, and up the steps, past my mother's room. As we reach the gate, I turn to him.

"Is everything alright? You've been kind of quiet.." I ask timidly.

"I saw..." he says, utterly upset. I nearly lose all of my breath.

"Saw what?" I cautiously ask.

"You know what.."