The bright sun hits the surface of the snow and reflects into my eyes though the window. I open my scrunched up eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the light.
When my eyes finally could see, I sit up slowly, running a hand through my messy hair.The clock next to me read eight in the morning and I yawn in response to that.
Why was I up so early?
The bedroom is completely empty except for Mason snoring quietly next to me. I'm facing Mason's back and the sheet is pulled all the way up to his jaw. Swiftly and silently I slip out of the bed and pull on a sweatshirt of Mason's and leggings.
I run my fingers through my tangles once again before stepping out of the room with ease. The entire cabin was silent and it felt weird, like I was walking through a ghost town.
I make myself a quick cup of coffee, suddenly noticing that someone was out on the back patio, over looking hundreds of barren trees and snow covered mountains.
I pad lightly to the window and look out. The person was Luke, he seemed to be drinking coffee also and smoking a cigarette lazily. The build up of ashes and discarded buds on the ashtray next to him said that, that wasn't his first smoke of the morning.
I take a sip of the coffee, which is too hot to drink fully yet, and open the glass door. I walk out into the chilly morning air. It's cold as hell but felt good at the same time.
The stiff air surrounded me and felt like I could cut through it with a knife.Luke doesn't look up as I close the door behind me and walk over to the small bench he's occupying.
"You're gonna get Lung cancer" I say quietly,making myself comfortable and setting my coffee cup in between my legs after taking another sip of the hot liquid. He just shrugs at my response and I turn back to the scene in front of me. A few small birds circle the tree tops and clouds float through the snow capped mountains.
"You aren't very chatty this morning are you?" I joke, rocking into him slightly, he shrugs again and drains his coffee.
"I love this weather" He says simply, just ignoring my previous question. I nod in agreement, rubbing my hands up and down my arms, trying to warm up.
"I hate that sweatshirt though"
I glance down at Mason's old rugged sweatshirt, frowning I look back up.
"It's Mason's" I reply
"I know"
I snort and take another drink of coffee. We sit in silence but this time it's comfortable.
"How was it?" He asks, stumping out his cigarette and setting his cup to the side.
"How was what?" I turn towards him, deciding to play dumb. He scoffs and turn his body towards me too.
"You know what"
"How did you even find out?"
He rolls his eyes, licking his lips. Subconsciously my eyes dart towards them.
"The sock? The sounds? And plus I was like right there,literally in the living room watching you guys make out" He says, a little hurt.
I frown also setting my cup aside. I turn my entire body towards him, tucking a leg underneath me and placing my hands in my lap.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I didn't realize you were there" Luke takes my small hands in his, rubbing his thumb in circles over my knuckles.
"It's alright. So, did I teach you well?" He asks, not looking me in the eye. I smile and sniffle, the cold was making my nose run now.
"Yeah I think you did" I whisper, feeling awkward,a smile not leaving my face though. Reminiscing about mine and Luke's night that one time.
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Bad Boy (Luke Hemmings Fanfic)
Fanfiction"He's kind of like, a blow pop" "A blow pop really?" "Yea, he's hard on the outside but in reality he's a totally softy on the inside"
