Streaker.

26

"It's okay, Luke, let's just get inside." Ashley sighed. "It's so cold, have you really been sitting out here all night?"

"I couldn't sleep, I thought that coming out here would make me feel a little better." Luke mumbled, looking down at his feet as Ashley helped him walk through his house.

"Did it?" Ashley asked quietly, trying not to wake Luke's mom.

"No, I feel so awful." Luke shook his head. They walked into his room and Ashley shut the door behind them, holding up a finger to her mouth and telling Luke again to be quiet.

Ashley went over to Luke's dresser and pulled out some fresh clothes for him to change into for bed, tossing them over to him. Luke silently got dressed, putting on the sweatpants and t-shirt that Ashley had picked out.

Suddenly Luke was beginning to regret all of the drinking he'd done earlier, and he felt absolutely sick to his stomach. Luke pushed past Ashley and ran out of the room, finding his way to the bathroom.

He threw up until he felt like there was nothing more to throw up, but Luke still didn't feel much better. He brushed his teeth and drank some water to rinse out his mouth before heading back to his own room. Ashley was waiting for him, sitting at the edge of the bed.

"I feel so sick, I'm so stupid." Luke whined, taking a seat on the edge of his bed next to Ashley. He was still drunk and everything was still blurry to him, Luke was lucky that Ashley was there. He leaned over and rested his head on her shoulder. "I'm really sorry, again."

"It's okay." Ashley said, but Luke was scared that she didn't actually mean it.

"Please don't hate me." Luke whispered. He was so scared that Ashley was going to leave him after this. Luke knew how she felt about sex and having it be at the right moment and everything, and he felt that he'd ruined this all by calling her that night and acting so desperate about having sex.

"I told you, I could never hate you." Ashley whispered back.

"I was drunk when I called you the other night, I wouldn't have acted like that if I wasn't drunk." Luke said quietly, wishing that he could go back and do this whole thing over. "I'm still drunk now."

He'd gotten so caught up in the idea of having sex that he didn't think about Ashley as well, and Luke almost ruined it all. He was so lucky that Ashley was even willing to forgive him.

"I don't like when you drink." Ashley whispered and reached over to grab Luke's hand, lacing their fingers together.

"It makes me feel better." Luke mumbled, rubbing his thumb over the top of Ashley's hand.

"It's not healthy." Ashley sighed, "It really worries me when you do stuff like this, I don't want you to hurt yourself one day."

"I'm not going to." Luke assured her.

He wasn't going to hurt himself, Luke had gotten drunk more times than he could even count and nothing bad ever happened from it. He'd pass out sometimes, yeah, but one of his friends always came back to help him and as long as they were around Luke would be okay. When Luke was alone he never drank enough to put himself in any danger.

"I'm sorry for being a bitch the other day." Ashley said after a long moment of silence, both of them trying to find the right words to say.

"No, no, don't apologize. It was my fault, I acted like an asshole." Luke muttered, looking down at his lap and refusing to make eye contact with Ashley. "I wanted sex from you because you're my girlfriend now, but I know that it doesn't work that way. You don't owe me sex, you don't owe me anything."