"What are you doing up so late?" Luke asked.
"Studying, you're so lucky you start school Monday." I sigh.
"How's Jet leg?" I ask.
"I'm up, but I was just exploring, this house is huge." he says in awe.
"Theirs a guest house in the back, I told mom she could always put you boys their but she didn't listen because she wanted everyone to be under her roof to monitor them." I roll my eyes.
"What are you studying?" he grabs my book.
"Shakespeare." he looked impressed.
"Fine arts assigned us each a famous artist, and I'm still pissed I couldn't get like Picasso or Mozart or something, anything but a stupid poet." I groan.
"Hey, I'm a poet." he pouts.
"Really?" I asked amused.
"More like lyricist." he shrugged.
"What do you play?" I ask.
"Piano and guitar." he has some amazing blue eyes.
"Nice." I smile.
"I'm actually in a band with Michael, Ashton, and Calum." he shrugs.
"I'd love to hear some of your music sometime... but I really need to study." I pout.
"It's almost midnight, you should go to bed." he sighs.
"And so should you." I rolled my eyes.
"I will if you will." he smirks.
"I need to study more than I need to sleep." I groan.
"Come on." he grabs my book.
"Give it back." I whine.
"Go to bed, and I'll give it to you in the morning." Luke was really fucking tall.
"My test is tomorrow." I lie.
"No it isn't." he rolls his eyes.
"How would you know." I cross my arms.
"I just do, now will you agree to go to bed now?" he groans.
"Fine." we walk to the elevator.
"Fine." he presses my floor.
"I thought you were my favorite." I yawned.
"I still am, goodnight." he smirks as I walk to my room.
