"Let me warn you," Luke sighs, "The guys can be - irritating,"
"They're all home right now?" I stupidly ask, knowing the answer. Although, I had figured perhaps one of the three guys may be out doing something, maybe working but it was Sunday after all.
"Yes," Luke bites his lip, which I admire so much, "So just, don't talk to them, don't make eye contact with, in fact just have as little contact as possible,"
I can't help but let out a chuckle, "I doubt they're that bad,"
"You're right, they are awful," Luke exaggerates, "It's just how we are, you know? It's constant teasing and this will be the fucking end of me,"
"So why did you tell me to come here with you?" I question curiously. If it was really as big of a deal as Luke said, why on earth would he put himself through it?
Luke ignored my question before hitting the buzzer, after about two seconds the door opened and we stepped through. I was now nervous after what Luke had told me and the entire elevator ride I was wishing I could just go home. If the boys were as bad as Luke made them out to be, perhaps I didn't want to be here right now.
We get to Luke's apartment and he puts his key through the door, swinging it open. He walks through and gestures for me to follow and I'm amazed when I see the place. If I had to guess where Luke lived a few hours ago, I would guess some run down apartment with children screaming, not somewhere like this.
The walls were a snow white, which matched the sofas with red cushions. The kitchen was spotless, almost as if it was sparkling enough to hurt your eyes. There were beer cans and pizza packaging on the glass table, but everything else was clean.
"Woah," I gasp as I continue to look around. I notice a balcony with a full view of the city and can't seemed to comprehend it all.
Luke had told me a little while ago that he couldn't afford cigarettes, so how on earth did the boys afford this place?
Luke dashed over to the kitchen table and began to groan, piling the pizza boxes on top of each other and taking the beer cans in his other hand.
"I told them to fucking clean up their shit," Luke cursed and I wasn't really sure if he was talking to me or himself. He folded the boxes and threw them into the bin, followed by the cans.
Luke walks over to the living room and throws himself on the couch, patting the spot beside him for me to sit. I slowly walk over, scared that I will get the cream carpet dirty and sit myself next to him, not wanting to lean back in case of ruining the white leather.
"This place is amazing," I can't help but say.
"It'd defnitely be a lot better if those twats would clean up after themselves," Luke spoke and just as he did three boys came strolling into the living room, the boy with spiked blonde and black hair was just in his underwear and they all came up behind Luke on the sofa.
"What twats?" The boy with dark hair and dark eyes asked Luke as he patted his shoulders playfully.
"Fuck off," Luke said and shrugged him off. I sat awkwardly watching them, hoping they wouldnt even notice me.
"Luke there appears to be a female sat beside you," The boy with a bandana says, kind of like the one which I had first seen him wearing but instead of red, it was blue.
"Well done, I was beginning to wonder if those contacts were working, Ashton," Luke sarcastically snapped at the boy and now I realised what Luke had meant. These boys were his best friends but they had a banter relationship and I could see how it works now and why Luke would get annoyed.
