t w e n t y
I was smiling when I awoke before Luke.
His snores were soft and his arm was drapped across my waist as he held my back to his chest. The feeling in the pit of my stomach seemed to amplify when I shifted and his arm tightened, pulling me closer.
Among my other doubts about spending the night with him, waking up in his arms and not hating it was something I didn't expect to happen. I felt safe, secure, wanted. I felt at home, and I couldn't understand why.
Glancing at the clock on his wall, it was 9 in the morning, meaning I had only slept for five hours. Usually that wouldn't be enough but I felt oddly well rested, not that I wanted to get out of bed.
When I shifted again and Luke tightened his grip on me, the blush on my cheeks returned and I closed my eyes. This had to be a dream. There was no way that I was in Luke Hemmings bed, wrapped in his arms, and enjoying being here. How many girls had he done this with before? How many had he gone further with right here?
Pushing those thoughts aside, I let myself snuggle into the sheets, wanting to go back to sleep.
Yet, that didn't seem possible anymore.
I felt Luke's breath against my neck change, his arm wrapping tighter around me before loosening and he shifted so that he was on his back.
He was waking up.
I shut my eyes immediatly, my first thought being to pretend to be asleep. I don't know why, but I wanted to know what his unfiltered reaction would be, seeing me here and next to him and all.
Would he remember anything? Would he remember everything?
I felt him jolt awake, probably at seeing me next to him, before he was cursing in a groan. Probably from the headache and from moving so quickly.
There was silence then, but I felt his eyes on me.
He shifted behind me slowly until I felt him leaning over me. When I felt his hand on my face I refrained from flinching, but it was only so that he could move the hair out of my face and behind my ear. Was he trying to see who I was?
When I felt his breath fan over my skin he leaned away, seeming to believe that I was asleep.
"What the hell?" he whispered under his breath to himself.
I bit back a smile at how adorably astonished he seemed to sound, continuing my act and listening to him shift around some more. I felt Luke slowly lie back down, gingerly reaching his arm out and drapping it across my waist softly. When he was situated again, he tightened his grip and held me closer, cuddling close.
We both fell back asleep.
* * *
I yawned and fluttered my eyes open sometime later, squinting at the light coming into the room. The curtains were drawn to let the rays shine in, and the warm light made the room slightly suffocating.
Shifting onto my side, the clock on the wall read just past 1 in the afternoon, and I sat up quickly in my bed.
Luke's bed.
I was still in his room, cozily under his sheets and I ran a hand through my hair, yawning. I was still in his yellow shirt and not seeing him anywhere in sight. After taking a moment to stretch, I was tossing the sheets off of me, getting up from the bed and softly making my way over to the window. I opened it a sliver, letting the slightly crisp novemeber air filter into the room before I turned and walked into his bathroom, deciding to straighten up my appearance before he returned from wherever he had gone off.
I brushed my teeth using the toothbrush I had last night and I washed my face, the cold water bringing some life into my face and ridding me of any remaining grogginess I had felt. I finger-combed through my locks to make it look less disheveled but alas, I didn't have much luck with it and left it to cascade down my back.
When I was done and exited the bathroom Luke returned, his brows raising in surprise, "You're awake."
"Nothing gets by you," I joked as he shut the door, turning to face me. When he did I noticed that his hands were holding a tray, and I rose a brow, "What's all that?"
Atop the tray were two glasses of water and two plates, each which had a portion of scrambled eggs, homefries, and a few strips of bacon.
Luke's cheeks tinged pink as he walked over to his bed, setting the tray down carefully ontop of the mattress, "I know that... I know that eating isn't really your thing," he began, turning to face me as he rose a hand and scratched the back of his neck, "But I figure you'd be hungry after babysitting me last night."
"Don't give yourself so much credit; You're not that much of a handful."
Rolling his eyes, Luke took a seat on his bed and I took that as my cue to join him, "I must've been if I can't remember most of the night."
Apart of me deflated at that, disappointed that he had no recollection of early this morning but I wasn't surprised. I expected as much, seeing as he had such loose lips that could've been taken advantage of had I chosen to be nosy enough. Regardless, I stomached the feeling and turned my attention towards the food he prepared, taking a plate from him as he held it out, "Are you saying you don't remember when you professed your life long love for me infront of everyone?" I hummed casually, trying to sell the story.
By the way his hand froze as his fork was on its way to his mouth, and how his face paled drastically, I knew he had instantly bought it, "I did what?"
"Mhm," I continued, gently stabbing the homefries onto my fork, "The whole school heard. Something about always having been in love with me and not being able to hold it in any longer."
When his fork clattered to the plate, his expression looking like he was going to faint, I couldn't help but burst out into laughter.
He spared me a glance before, "Wait is this a joke? Or did I seriously do that again?"
"It's a joke," I giggled continuously, "Oh my gosh, take a breath would you? I'm kidding," Partially. I was partially kidding. He did say that he liked me, but then again how true could that be?
As my laughter died down I shook my head before frowning suddenly, "Wait a second, what do you mean again?"
"Hm?" He grabbed his glass of water and took a chug, trying to distract from the blush of embarrassment that crept up his neck and tinged his ears in pink.
"You said again," I pressed, my smile hard to hide as I watched him continue to drink without pause, "Luke."
He continued to drink, ignoring my question and when he finally finished his glass and set it down, I poked his arm, "Are you saying you've actually admitted to—"
"Is this good?" he motioned to the food, "You like this, right? I'm usually a terrible cook—"
"No no," I couldn't stop giggling which was so unlike me, "Don't change the subject!"
"You're parents know you're here right?"
I rolled my eyes, about to pry again when I stopped.
Holy shit, my parents!
Holy shit, Jaime!
I put my plate down and rushed out of Luke's bed instantly, stumbling over to his desk and grabbing my phone. Luke frowned from where he remained seated, watching me power on my phone, "Everything good?"
"I forgot to text Jaime last night and my parents; Shit!" I panicked, biting my lip as my phone turned on and I was bombarded with an influx of missed calls and messages.
I unlocked my phone and first went to my mum's messages, seeing three of her asking if I had made it home, a fourth of her assuming I was at Jaime's house and to call her as soon as possible, and then another one this morning saying to call her. I did just that.
I held the phone to my ear as I dialed her number and I bit my lip as she picked up on the second ring, "Hey sweetheart! How was your sleepover?"
By the tone of her voice she didn't sound panicked, but sleepover? Did she know I slept over at Luke's?
Just play along, "Uh.. it was good! Sorry that I didn't call sooner; My phone had died."
"That's alright," she dismissed, "Jaime mentioned that too."
Jaime? She thought I slept over at Jaime's house? And Jai covered for me?
"Yeah!" I played along, breathing out a sigh of relief, "Right. Of course she did."
"I assume you're coming home soon?"
"Yeah, uh, Jai and I are just having... lunch." I glanced over my shoulder at Luke to see him still eating breakfast, "I'll be home in maybe an hour or so?"
"No need to rush," Mum dismissed, "Your father and I are going to meet the Hemmings for lunch with your Aunt but Harmony should still be in the house."
"Sounds good. Have fun, mom." I smiled into the phone.
"You too!" she chirped before the call was over.
"That seemed to go well." Luke hummed from the bed, and I turned to face him, sighing and walking back over with my fully charged phone.
I sat back on the bed and didn't bother scrolling through my messages Jaime had sent me and opted for calling her as well, "Jaime told her we had a sleepover. Apparently she and dad are meeting your parents for lunch."
Before he could comment on anything further, I had pressed Jaime's contact, bringing the phone back to my ear as I ate more of the food Luke had prepared.
She answered on the fifth ring, "Well look who finally decided to answer her phone."
"I know, I'm so sorry," I apologized immediately, though I could sense the amusement in her voice, "I forgot to power my phone back on when I plugged it in and—"
"Oh, I don't want to hear about that," she cut me off, "I wanna know how it became within the realm of possibilities that you slept over at Luke Hemmings house!"
She seemed excited for details and by the loudness of her tone and the twitch of Luke's lips as he continued to eat, I knew that he could hear her loud and clear. My cheeks redend and I ran a hand through my hair, "Don't sound so excited — you're the one who forced me to give him a ride to his home."
"Yeah well the last thing I was expecting was for you to actually give him a ride at his home." she insinuated.
At the innudendo that Luke clearly heard he began to choke on his bacon, making my blush further deepen in color, "Ew Jaime! Don't even go there!"
"What! Can you blame me?" she giggled, "Your mom called me when you didn't pick up and I told her we were having a sleepover — Oh! Which reminds me; If my mom asks, the sleepover was at your house."
My brows raised at that, "Oh my gosh, did you and Michael—!"
"No! With how drunk that boy was? Absolutly not!" she giggled, "But unlike you, I'll be honest and say that yes, I did stay at his house."
"And?" I dragged the word out excitedly, simultaneously eating the food on my plate, "Did anything happen?"
"I'll tell you when you tell me," she countered before I heard someone mumbling in the background, "Hey I gotta go but you're not off the hook just yet."
I heard the playfullness in her voice and I laughed, shaking my head, "Yeah yeah sure. Bye, Jai."
When we hung up I placed my phone on the nightstand before finishing the rest of the breakfast Luke prepared. Luke had finished his and stood to grab his laptop before returning to the bed and when he did, I was grinning, "So are you gonna tell me?"
As I finished my food — all except for the bacon — I rose a brow at him as I watched him run a hand through his hair, "Tell you..?"
"C'mon, please?" I pouted my bottom lip, tugging on his arm as he avoided my gaze, "Please, please, please, please please?"
He chewed his lip ring as he continued to avert his blue eyes but at my begging along with my pulling on his arm, he finally looked over.
When our eyes met, mine filled with curiosity and his swimming with embarrassment and uncertainty, something in the room shifted. It was hard to pinpoint but I could feel it.
I think that's why Luke let out a reluctant huff, groaning as he ran a hand down his face, "Fine."
My heart fluttered and my giddy smile widened. He was actually going to tell me something! Luke, keeper of secrets, was actually going to let me know something!
I eagerly sat on my knees, fully facing him as he contemplated whether or not to go through with divulging his information.
When he glanced back over at me, studying my features, his blush returned, "Uh... so...," he took a breath, shaking his head, "In the tenth grade, a couple weeks after your 16th birthday... I... found out that you and your boyfriend broke up."
I nodded my head, ignoring the awful memories of my sixteenth party that wanted to resurface, "Wait but we broke up the day of my birthday. Weren't you the first person to know about that?"
"No... no, after I left your party I went on vacation with my parents, remember? To Cuba?"
"Oh. Right, right," I nodded my head in understanding. My birthday was the third week of summer and Luke went away a couple days later, preventing me from properly cussing him out for destroying my party and making me the laughing stock. A couple weeks later, when school was about to start, there was the usual back to school/end of summer party, "But wouldn't Ash, or Michael or Cal tell you?"
"I don't, like, keep tabs on you, or anything like that," he defended quickly, leaning against his headboard almost nonchalantly, "I just... well they didn't tell me you guys broke up. So I went to the end of summer party when I got back from my trip and I saw you there.. I saw you... I uh..."
His blush returned for a moment as he trailed off, but so was a look of sadness. I frowned at that, knowing exactly why.
I was at the party and dancing with Jaime before we parted ways so that I could go and get a drink. When I did, Luke had met me there, which had only resurfaced the awful memories of my birthday.
Luke cleared his throat, gaining my attention again, "I was trying to apologize for your birthday but you wouldn't let me — which I completly deserved — but it got me really mad because you wouldn't hear me out," he shrugged his shoulders and continued to tug on his lip ring with his teeth, "So I got really drunk."
I remembered that too. I had went off on him and he had taken it, letting me yell at him as he clenched his fists. People had gathered and watched, spectating the latest event in our hatred and by the end of my rant I had slapped Luke before I stalked off, not letting him get a single word in.
I left right after that, not in the party mood and the next day people stared at me for no reason.
"Then what?" I urged.
"Well," he sighed, his blush of embarrassment returning, "I saw you leave with Jaime. Then I drank alot. Then I started complaining to anyone and everyone who would listen that I was completly... that I was.. that I was into you that way and that I couldn't understand why you'd gotten so upset over someone like your ex when I have all these great qualities."
Even though the memories weren't sweet, I let a small laugh slip out regardless, "Mhm. And what great qualities did you claim to have that Stanley didn't?"
"To start, my name isn't Stanley," he scoffed, taking my amusement in stride, "Our names are much more compatitable than yours and someone named Stanley."
"Don't hate on his name!" I slapped his arm playfully, "And did you really tell people that? That our names were compatible?"
His face was red again, "Among other things.."
"Like?" I pryed eagerly.
But he shook his head, "No, no, I think that's enough show and tell for one day."
"Please?" I begged, "C'mon; Please, please, please?"
Meeting my eyes again, Luke continued to study my features, looking for something but not finding it, "It was moreso me saying that I was better than Stanley."
I knew that this wasn't the whole truth but I was still smiling, happy that Luke had actually told me something. It didn't explain much but it did explain why people had given me odd looks and laughed at me. I guess.
"Mm. Well, Stanley wasn't so great after you socked him in the face."
"I didn't sock him in the face," the blonde boy grumbled, "I merely showed him a close up of what my fist looked like." he shrugged.
I couldn't help but stare at him, beyond amused, "Whatever you say."
Luke ruffled his hair with his hand, clearing his throat again, "So? What happened last night? Did people see us leave together? We're we careful?"
"Well. You got drunk," I lightly defended, "I was careful because I was sober."
"But did I actually do or say anything stupid?"
"You say and do alot of stupid things. That's how we got to this point in the first place." I teased, unable to help myself as I attempted to lighten the mood.
Something flashed in his eyes but it was too quick for me to decipher, "But did I do or say anything weird? Odd? Off?"
I frowned as he tried to search my eyes for anything telling, but I searched his own for just the same. What was he so skittish of that he thinks his drunken self could've slipped up about?
Curious, I tried to pry, "What do you think you said?"
But he didn't rise to the bait, "Did I say anything?"
I sighed, "You said you liked me."
I could tell he wasn't certain whether I was lying or not, especially with my earlier joke of him confessing his love, and with him having actually confessed his love before, "You're lying."
"I'm not!" I bit back a smile, "And you said Harmony wasn't your friend and made it sound like you hate her."
Again, Luke searched my eyes intensely for the lie in my words, and when he found none, he flexed his fingers, "Okay.. what else?"
"You told me about the pictures you hid behind your guitar the first time I was over," this time I couldn't keep the smile from gracing my lips, taking joy in the uncomfortable way he shifted, "And then before we went to bed, you said you hoped to remember this tomorrow."
"Remember what?" he urged.
"I don't know," I shrugged my shoulders and bashfully looked away, feeling my blush arise. I wasn't going to bring up the fact that I willingly cuddled him and enjoyed it too. So I didn't, "But you clearly failed at that and can't remember a thing."
I felt my stomach knot at the feeling of his arms wrapped around me and the comfort that they had brought. It was so easy for me to slip into that mindset; The mindset of the girl I was before highschool who had an insane crush on him. I had to keep reminding myself that it was all in the past.
Luke took a breath and seemed to contemplate something for a moment, "Is that it?"
"Pretty much," I shrugged as I turned back to face him. But that wasn't everything. There was one more peculiar line stuck out in my memory of early this morning, "You said something about hoping you remembered to stop it."
As soon as those words left my lips he tensed all over, making me raise a brow at his odd actions. But just as quickly as he had done so, he was playing it off and clearing his throat, "Glad to hear I didn't do anything detrimental to my reputation."
I scoffed, "Or your ego, it seems."
He gave me a sidealong glance before grabbing one of the two strips of bacon from my plate, taking a bite, "Eat the other one."
I knew he was changing the topic so for once I went along with it, "I'm full."
"Eat the other one," he repeated as he chewed on the strip he had taken, "I'm not gonna let you skip out on meals anymore."
"I have a smaller appetite now," I nudged the plate in his direction, "I'm full, I promise."
He finished his own piece and didn't press further, giving me a skeptical look as he stacked our plates and put them back onto the breakfast tray. He stood from the bed and walked over to his desk, setting the tray down with tense shoulders. I knew what was running through his mind — what would forever run through his head and his eyes when he looked at me. Pity. Guilt. Regret. All things I wanted to avoid.
"Oh hey," Luke spoke suddenly, grabbing a packet of paper from his desk next to where he had set the tray down. He rose his free hand and scratched the back of his head, slightly awkward as he turned to face me again, "I forgot to show you this."
I frowned in curiosity as he made his way back over to me, extending the papers out. With the bed cleared of its plates I rose to my knees, moving closer to where Luke stood next to his side of the bed.
I grabbed the stack of pages in both hands, remaining on my knees as my eyes scanned over the contents of the pages. I recognized it instantly as the essay that I had helped him with a couple weeks ago. In the upper corner, though, in a messy blue-inked script was a B+ inside of a circle, a 'great job!' scrawled in our teacher's writing right beside it.
The smile was spreading across my lips without me even thinking. Luke seemed to nervously shift in front of me, his hand running through his hair and his lip ring between his teeth.
I looked up at him, grinning, "This is amazing, Luke!" I couldn't help but gush, "This is great!"
"It was mostly you," he shrugged, acting nonchalant but for once I could tell that my affirmations elated him, "I hate english and managed to go from a steady stream of D's to a B+. Mrs. Geller definetly thinks I plagerized."
"No no, this was all you," I looked back down at the pages, flipping through them and seeing a few notes that our english teacher, Mrs. Geller, had made where he could improve. I was astounded that he had continued with my advice, using it to complete his essay even though I had only been over the one time. I looked back up and met his eyes, playfully nudging his chest, "See? Look what happens when you apply yoursel—"
My words didn't get to finish leaving my lips, cut off by Luke leaning forwards, cupping my jaw in one hand and kissing me. A surprised noise left my mouth at the action, not expecting it, but I welcomed the feeling of his lips against mine nonetheless. Fire burned through my blood and I felt Luke taking his essay from my hands, dropping it to the floor. He lowered both his hands to my waist and coaxed me to lean back onto the bed.
In a few short seconds Luke was hovering over me, his lips curled into a smile against my mouth and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
"I think you'll have to become my permanent tutor so my grades don't slip." he hummed against my mouth, tilting his head for a deeper kiss and causing me to moan.
As I did, a giggle slipped out right after, "What makes you think that you can afford me?"
"I have a few ideas in mind that could compensate," he mumbled huskily, rolling his hips against mine and groaning as he did so, "If you'll let me present them to you."
I wimpered as he rubbed against me again, feeling so close to his excitement. He was still in his sweatpants and I only had my panties to seperate our bottom halves.
The thought only further made my pulse quicken and Luke's mind seemed to work in that direction as well. With one hand, he trailed it underneath the large t-shirt I adorned yet he didn't raise them higher then my hips. He trailed them up a few inches before dragging them back down, resting them there.
I was about to frown at the weirdness of his actions but I moaned as he bit down on my lower lip softly instead, kissing me harder and with more urgency. I ran my fingers through his locks and tugged harshly at his blonde roots, causing him to groan against rather loudly. When we broke away for air his lips went right to my jaw, trailing to my neck and then my collarbone. He sucked on the sensitive skin sloppily, his urgency to leave hickeys across my skin making me frown, but I couldn't focus on that.
I tugged Luke's shirt over his head and when he was free of it I greedily ran my fingers over the indents of his skin, his abs pronounced, his ribs slightly visible and his V-line — f*ck his v-line — and he shivered against me.
Suddenly Luke was detatching his lips from my skin, panting heavily as he attempted to catch his breath. His hands paused from touching me and he rested his forehead in the crook of my neck, "Wait I-.. s-sorry, I-..,"
Dazed by the fire he ignited in me, my eyes fluttered open as I tried to catch my breath, "What-... what's wrong?"
"N-nothing," he was quick to reassure, propping himself up onto his elbows, breathing hard as he looked down at me. Something flashed in his eyes, "Nothing I just-.."
He didn't continue, only staring down at me for a few more long moments. His blue eyes swirled with lust and something else, and I couldn't take the pity that I knew it was, "If that's how you're going to look at me then we might as well stop."
He frowned, searching my eyes too, "What? Looking at you like what?"
I squirmed underneath him but he didn't budge, "Like I'm fragile," I shook my head, "I used to be but I'm not anymore."
"No, I know." he was quick to say, but I wasn't done yet.
"Well don't handle me like glass," I held his stare, his blue eyes drowning me, "Or like.. or like you don't want to touch me—"
"Okay, stop," he cut me off, shaking his head, "I most definetly want to touch you."
My cheeks blushed scarlett, "Well then start acting like it." I stated boldy. It was so unlike me to say something like that but the words had already stumbled past my mouth before I could tell my brain not to let them out.
His lips twitched with a crooked smile at that; Not a smirk like I initially assumed would arise, and his bright blue eyes seemed to glaze over with another foreign emotion to me.
He dipped his head low and once more connected our lips, soft and slow and gentle and different. For some reason this kiss was just instantly so different and I couldn't put my finger on what it was because of how lost I suddenly was. My eyes fluttered closed and I cupped his jaw in both my hands, letting him deepen the kiss.
There was still an undertone of urgency in his lips, but a slow, wanting urgency that seemed to drive me over the edge. A whisper of a moan slipped between our mouths from me and his lips slowed further, caressing mine.
I let my thumbs softly rub against Luke's cheeks, causing him to shiver. I loved knowing that the simplest touch from me could cause a reaction out of him, just as he did for me, and I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, wanting him closer.
But of course, the moment could never last forever.
A sharp ringing cut through the steady silence, save for our ragged breaths but Luke didn't move, continuing his gentle assault on my mouth. One arm of his was completly around my torso, hugging me closer to him as his other hand gently brushed up my thigh, leaving shocks of electricity in it's wake. This kiss reminded me of slow dancing, our rhythm easy yet still causing my heart to pound even without the rush and haste of our usual kisses. I was so content, so elated to getting lost in his lips, but the sound of his incessantly ringing phone was bringing me back down to earth.
When the ringing continued for minutes on end, I dropped a hand from his face and to his bare chest, gently pushing him away, "Luke—"
"Ignore it," he mumbled bossily as he continued to kiss me before following it with a gentle, "Please."
But when it contined for another couple of minutes, I again pressed on his chest to stop him, "It could be important."
He groaned in response, annoyed at the interruption as he blindly reached a hand out for his side table and grabbed his phone from it. He briefly took a look at who was calling and when his eyes registered the name he glanced down at me.
"Answer." I urged, wanting him to finish with the call so we could continue.
He took his lip ring between his teeth, drawing my eyes to his red swollen lips but he simply shook his head, declining the call and tossing his phone over his shoulder where it gently hit the ground.
"Luke," I whined, "What if it was important?"
"It isn't," he was quick to reassure, "Nothing is more important then right now."
As if my face couldn't get any redder.
I blushed harder, only able to calm it when the ringing cut through the silence again.
I stopped him when he tried to kiss me, "If they won't quit calling then they clearly need you."
"Fine." he groaned and with a huff he rolled off of me, instantly making my body feel cold at the absence of his warmth. He sat on the edge of the bed after grabbing his phone from the floor, answering the call and pressing the device to his ear.
"If you couldn't tell, I was in the middle of something." he answered immediately, annoyed.
I bit back my smile at that and sat up, edging closer to him until I was sitting on my knees behind him. I couldn't hear whoever he was talking to nor did I know who it was, but I gently ran my fingertips down Luke's bare back, causing him to shiver, much to my delight.
"Yeah well what do you think I was in the middle of?" he snapped, frustrated. I playfully ran my fingers up his back again but he was in no mood to be playfully distracted and stood from the bed abruptly, taking a few strides in the direction of his desk, "I have till December, asshole."
I frowned, beyond curious. Who was he talking to? And what deadline did he have?
He paced a few strides, letting whoever he was speaking to talk into the phone. Whatever they were saying only seemed to further piss him off, "Well seeing as you've ruined your chances last night with her cousin, I don't think you have an 'in' anymore."
My frown deepend. Were they talking about me? My cousin? I knew a couple people in our school who were cousins but something in the pit of my stomach was making me think they were talking about me.
But why?
The person rambled for a bit and I noticed how Luke flexed his fingers, refraining from balling them into a tight fist, "Yeah, and even though that was four f*cking years ago, she's still mine and doesn't know shit," at the words he snapped his eyes met mine for a brief and fleeting moment. A moment so quick that I didn't even think it happened, "All I'm doing is proving a point since you clearly haven't gained a thing, so if you'll excuse me, I have just that to get back to."
He hung up without letting the person on the other end get another word in, slamming his phone down on his desk and making me flinch.
I waited a second before, "So who was that?"
"None of your business." he snapped, his eyes dark with frustration and anger. Gone was the playful, caring, teasing mood that he had just been in, which made me sigh through my nose.
Biting my lip, I looked down at my lap and fiddled with the hem of the shirt I was wearing; His shirt. I cleared my throat, shifting uncomfortably before I got up from the bed and glanced over to his window. If this was the mood that he was in now, I think it was time for me to start going, "Thanks for the um... breakfast," I began, "Can you help me over to my room..?"
At my words he seemed to take a breath, frowning but no longer out of anger, "Wait you're going?"
I shrugged, "I dunno I just thought..."
"I mean," he cleared his throat, closing his eyes for a moment before he opened them, "We can maybe watch a movie?"
"Maybe... but it's probably better if I go home now, while everyone's out," I breathed, seeing his shoulders still tense, "Maybe another time?"
He pursed his lips yet reluctantly nodded his head, "Yeah," his lips twitched into a frown, his tense shoulders remaining, "Okay. Another time."
Luke grabbed my costume from yesterday and brushed past me to his window, opening it fully before shivering at the chill of the passing breeze. I did as well, seeing as I was still only in his t-shirt but I followed behind him, joining him out on his balcony.
"It's f*cking freezing out here." I shivered as he first climbed across to my balcony. When he turned to face me, I handed him my folded costume first and he opened my window and set it inside.
"We're gonna have to figure out a better, warmer way to get into each other's rooms," he spoke with chattering teeth, "I'm not freezing my ass off to come over here if there's snow on the ground."
"Well neither am I."
"Well neither am I," he shot back, "I'd do alot for you but risking my life in cold weather is not on that list."
Giggling, I let him help me over to my balcony before I all but dove through the window, desperate for the warmth of my room, "Now go away so I can get warm."
"Shut up," he kissed me quickly before he turning and climbing back over to his room. Once inside, he turned to me, "Your place tomorrow?"
I rose a brow, "Says who?"
"You stayed in my bed, I think it's only fair that I stay in yours."
"What if I have plans?"
"I am your plans, sweetheart," his boyish smile returned and I regret turning him down to watch a movie, "I'll see you."
Without giving me a chance to respond he was sending me a wink and shutting his window, his curtains closing as well.
Mirroring his actions with a smile on my face, I made sure my window was securly closed to prevent any extra cold air coming through. I was already freezing.
I grabbed some sweatpants yet remained in the large shirt that belonged to the boy next door, in no hurry to remove it even though it provided zero warmth. Instead I grabbed a zip up hoodie and threw it on over top, snuggling into my clothes and missing the memory of what Luke and I used to be.
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