An Out of This World Relationship (On Hold)

An Out of This World Relationship (1)

Chapter 1

Luke POV

"Luke! Wake up!"

I stirred slightly as I heard a voice coming from the intercom. I rolled over and looked at my clock. 5:45. I groaned. It is wayyy to early to get out of bed.

"Luke Zane Reynolds! If you are not awake and out of bed by the time I get up there, you better watch your sorry ass!" roared the voice. Ooohhh, I'm so scared. Please. What could he do? I was just about to drift back to sleep when I heard heavy stomping outside, and than my door flew open. It hit the wall with a loud thud.

"LUKE! WHAT THE F**K ARE YOU STILL DOING IN BED?"

Ok, maybe I should be scared.

"DAMMIT LUKE! GET YOUR DAMN ASS OUT OF BED!!"

Woah. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Just as I was about to open my eyes, I felt a cascade of freezing water pour all over my body.

"What the-" I cut myself off when I saw my dad's scowling face. "Dad! What the hell?!" My dad just glared at me. "You need to be at the space station by 7:00! Dr. Liam wanted to see you! Does that ring a bell in your thick skull?" he growled. I sighed.

My dad is Arnold Reynold, the world's most famous astronaut. He was the very first man to set foot on another planet. As famous as he his, my dad is probably the most uptight, stressed, and demanding person I know. He's been like that since my mom died when I was 5. Sometimes, I still reminisce of times when dad used to be fun and care free. And of course, I still remember the day when my dad came back from Korbach. Ahh, the memories. But of course, my dad's irritated voice snapped me out of my daydream.

"LUKE! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME??" he yelled. I tried to get out of bed, but then I fell off. Literally. I had just landed flat on my ass. I looked at my dad, who seemed to be enjoying my failed efforts to get out of bed. Son of a bitch. I just glared at him and stumbled into my bathroom. Woah, I looked like crap.

"No shit sherlock."

"Oh, shut the hell up."

"I'll shut up when I wanna shut up, retard."

"Ugh, I'm not in the mood to argue with myself!"

"Fine, fine. Jeez, someone's PMSing."

"I'm a dude, you nub! "

"Sure you are."

"Wha-? You know what, forget it. This is pathetic. I'm arguing with myself. I mean seriously, who does that?"

"Apparently you, you weirdo."

I sighed, frustrated, and cleaned myself up. Yea, being an only child, I frequently had arguments with myself. Sad, right? When I was done, I stared at my relfection.

I was actually considered very handsome. I got my dad's brown hair and his green eyes, but everything else is all my mom. I was about 6'1, messy brown hair, green eyes, and a lot of muscle, considering that I have been training to be an astronaut since I was 6. I smiled at myself, even though I could barely keep my eyes open.

I sauntered to my bedroom and put on my "uniform." Technically, it's just a polo shirt, jeans, and this lab coat my dad makes me wear. He says it makes me look mature. I say it makes me look like a nerd. I looked at the clock. 6:05. I sighed. Whatever Dr. Liam wanted better be pretty damn important, because I quite appreciate my sleep. I mean, what can I say? I'm 18 year old guy!! I'm SUPPOSED to sleep till noon, and then sleep at like 3 o'clock. Duh.

I walked, droopy eyes and all, down the stairs. When I finally got to my kitchen (What can I say? I have a big house), I saw my dad drinking a cup of coffee. I shoved a piece of toast into the toaster and slumped into the chair. After a few minutes I looked up to see me dad staring at me with an eyebrow raised.

"Well, good morning to you too, son," he remarked. "I see that you have decided to take out your anger on the toaster." Sure enough, my toast was burnt, but I was too exhausted to notice. I shoved the toast into my mouth. Bad idea. "HOT! HOT! HOT!" I cried. I was now running around the kitchen like a chicken without a head. "HOT!" I yelled one last time before I grabbed the nearest liquid I touched and drank. "AW SHIT! HOT!!" Turns out, Daddy Dearest didn't even warn me that I had just grabbed his coffee. When I finally grabbed a cup of water, my dad was now laughing so hard that he was crying. I just shot him a death glare. "Hahaha, very funny. Thanks for helping dad!" I grumbled. When he wiped the tears from his eyes, he put his hand on my shoulder. "Anytime son. Anytime."

I glared at him. "I was being sarcastic."

"Well, on the bright side, at least your awake now."

"Oh, shut up dad."

" Pssh. Love you too, son."

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As we were driving towards the Kennedy Space Center (Florida), I decided to ask my dad a few questions.

"Dad, what does Dr. Liam want?"

"Luke? Do you seriously not remember what today is?"

"If I did, would I be asking you?"

"Well, knowing your dimwit self, you never know."

"Woah dad. That's harsh. Even for you."

My dad just glared at me as we walked into the giant complex. I looked around and smiled at the familiar surroundings. As we walked towards the mission center, Dr. Liam ran up to us. He shook my dad's hand, and he patted my shoulder, which was really weird since I was a good 4 inches taller than him. He had on his usual lab coat, his reddish-blonde hair was kinda messy, and he had on his signature black glasses. He beckoned for us to follow him.

"Luke!" he said as we walked. "Do you know why you're here?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Why? Is it serious?" I asked. Dr. Liam smiled warmly, and his eyes twinkled, like he had a big secret. "Oh, you're gonna love it then," he chuckled. I looked at my dad in confusion, but even he seemed a little lost. "Come along now, we don't have much time to lose!" he proclaimed. As we hurried to catch up, I looked at my dad and said, "And you said I was the dimwit," I taunted. My dad just looked at me with a blank expression. I groaned.

This better be good, Dr. Liam.

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