Rough / L.H.

20.Dreaming

A/N: Unedited again, sorry

ASHTON

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~day before~

I run after Amanda once I realize she did not cheat on me and it was all a misunderstanding. I get to her apartment door and I bang on it so she can open it. I bang pretty loudly but she doesn't answer the door. I turn the door knob and coincidentally it opens.

I go inside of her apartment and check the living room to see if she is there, but she isn't in there. Because she isn't in the living room, I move on to look for her in her bedroom. I open every door there is on the way to her bedroom, but she is nowhere to be found. After I look in every room of her apartment and each of them are empty, I comprehend that Amanda is not here.

Did I drive her away? Can we never patch this up? Are we broken up for good?

I am overwhelmed with questions and doubts. I feel my head pulsing in pain and then it all just stops. I am not sure how but I feel the couch underneath me catch my limp body and then everything is black.

SOPHIA

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~current day~

Michael is sitting next to me and he isn't moving at all. I start getting extremely uncomfortable. My breathing has become increasingly shallow; I feel like my chest is going to burst.

"Can you leave, please," I say to Michael.

"I am not done with you yet. I want to fuck you so hard that your knees buckle underneath you and you have trouble walking," Michael says while moving his hand onto my thigh.

"Michael, stop, I don't want to. Last night was a mistake that I do not even remember," I say just wanting him to leave.

"Come on, I know you want to," he says as he starts moving closer to me.

"Get out, get out, get out, get out..." I beg Michael.

My body is sticky with sweat. I feel someone's hand creep up onto my stomach, and that is when I lose it.

I start trashing around until I am suddenly awoken.

It was all a dream.

I've never felt better about waking up. I wonder if my dream is my subconscious eating away at me. I have not talked to Michael since the day after our date. I am not exactly sure why. I would feel guilty for dropping him like that, but he hasn't tried to contact me either. He has my number, he knows where I live, if he really wanted to talk to me he could.

I am not one to try for something that is a one sided thing. He has to input something into the relationship too in order for this to work.

It takes me a moment to be fully awake and aware of my surroundings.

I am not in my room.

Even worse...I am not even in my house.

I am trying to find in the depths of my dark mind what happened yesterday. I was still pondering over yesterday's events, when Luke walks in.

This can't be happening.

I am in Luke's apartment and possibly in his bed too. I hope this is not anything like my dream with Michael.

"Good morning," he says with the sexiest morning voice I have ever heard. No, I am not supposed to associate Luke with anything that could be considered a compliment.

"Morning, uh, how did I end up here?" I ask Luke not even trying to sugarcoat anything.

"Well I had you pressed against the wall and then we walked back to my place and then we..."

"Oh my gosh, please tell me we didn't," I say worried for his response. He doesn't say anything he just stands there and looks at me. Is that a confirmation? My eyes go wide once I realize it is indeed an affirmation.

Luke busts out laughing and it takes him forever to finally say," I'm just kidding, we didn't do anything. We got into my apartment and we were talking for a while until you fell asleep on the couch."

I nod while trying to register all this newfound information Luke just gave me.

"Wait, how did I end up in your bed and in new clothes?" I ask Luke realizing he didn't fill in all the details.

"I carried you in here and I gave you one of my t-shirts and sweatpants," he says casually.

"Um, how did you dress me?"

"How everyone dresses themselves obviously," he says sarcastically even though he knows what I mean. I just give him an annoyed glare at his idiotic response.

He puts his hands up in surrender and says," I tried my best not to look, the lights were off anyways."

"Sure, okay," I say while I roll my eyes not believing anything he says.

"So breakfast?" I ask changing the subject.

"Yes, I am starving," Luke answers quickly.

"Are we going to make breakfast or just eat somewhere," I ask.

"I don't feel like making anything so let's go out somewhere," Luke answers me. I look down at what I'm wearing and cringe a little. Big grey sweatpants cling to my hips and an oversized Misfits shirt envelops my body.

"Where are my clothes? I should probably change out of your clothes."

"No, you don't have to. I'm not going to, I am going to stay in my sweats and t-shirt," Luke says while putting on some socks. I look at him and just appreciate his simplistic beauty. I do not understand what is with me and complimenting him, but I'm starting to just be accustomed to it.

I nod as a form of accedence to simply stay in my current clothing.

After Luke and I are ready, we start walking to the front door. Luke momentarily pauses to get the keys, and then we are on our way. Once in the car, he turns on the ignition and right as we are about to pull out, he stops.

"We never decided where we actually wanted to go," he simply states.

"Oh, yeah, we didn't. I don't really care, so where do you want to go?"

"Um, I really like this little diner a couple blocks away," Luke says already reaching for the wheel again.

"Yeah, that is fine," I reply not really caring where we go.

I hum along to the soft radio playing Green Day's '21 guns'. I hadn't really noticed, but Luke had started humming along with me. We are purely enjoying each other's company right now. We're not fighting, arguing, or annoying each other, just feeling pleasantly intoxicated and mellow in this moment.

We arrive at an adorable classic antique diner only after a couple minutes of driving since it is fairly close to his apartment. I'm checking to see that I have my phone, when the my door opens. Luke is standing there with a small warm smile plastered on his face. He opened the door for me like a true gentleman, and the thought of that brings annoying butterflies to the pit of my stomach. I smile and clamber out of the car. He does something that I did not expect at all once I get out of his car.

He holds my hand.

My heart skips a beat and my face flushes a deep crimson red color. I realize I haven't reacted yet so I interlock my fingers with his. The motion causes both of us to look at each other. We innocently smile at each other when our eyes meet. For some odd reason we pause right before entering the diner. Luke and I just stand here admiring this lovely unique moment.

"Sophia?" Someone asks breaking the trance we were stuck in.

I turn around already knowing who it is.

Crap. Michael.