M A X W E L L

drinking with minors

M A X W E L L

7

It's a rude awakening, the kind that has your heart threatening to burst out of your chest and your eyes bulging painfully out of their sockets. It's Summer, beating her palm against my window, in an awfully irritating and relentless fashion.

Groggily, I open my window, letting in an unexpected breeze, far too chilly for my liking.

"Looks like you two had quite the night," Summer smirks, evidently amused.

I quickly turn to the passenger's side and I'm deeply appalled by the boy that rests peacefully against the reclined seat. He's shirtless. His honey brown hair disheveled, in a sort of perfect, sickening way.

Why the hell is Luca fucking Blue shirtless in the passenger's seat of my car?

I suddenly feel embarrassed which overpowers the intense hangover weighing over on me.

"Summer, what is he doing in my car?" I ask quietly in disbelief.

"I should be asking you that," She says holding back a giggle, "I just found you lovebirds cozying it out here. I'm about to open for my shift"

I look around and it hits me. Honey's. Why am I in the parking lot of Honey's, on a God damn Sunday morning?

"Fuck off, nothing happened," I scoff, causing the amethyst-haired girl to offer me another one of her signature smirks.

"Quit looking at me like that, I'm serious, nothing happened!" I insist with irritation. 

"Or maybe something did happen and you just can't remember," she grins

"Summer, you're not helping"

"Not trying to," she giggles, "Anyway you better get moving before customers start coming in"

I let out a sigh.

"He's a drooler, so stinking cute," Summer coos at sleeping beauty as she briefly peeps into the car through the window.

"Get lost," I scowl, causing her to chuckle.

"See you later, you have some explaining to do," she chirps as she makes her way to the coffee shop door.

According to my phone, whose battery is barely hanging on for dear life, it's just after seven. Thankfully I don't have class or chores from Rooney, so the slight inconvenience of a teenage boy sleeping in my car isn't too bad. I can fix this, whatever this is.

Luca-Blue snores lightly, sounding so tranquil that waking him feels too sinful a deed to commit. His torso, like his face has tanned naturally from the sun and a tiny beauty spot rests just below his left pec. The hours of football have surely paid off judging from the impressive abs he boasts. He is, annoyingly enough, what many would describe as carefully "sculpted by the Gods."

Feeling slightly embarrassed at my thoughts, I quickly banish them and violently begin shaking the boy. This only brings out a soft groan from him, clearly not tearing him from his land of dreams. I shake him with more vigor this time and this thankfully awakens him.

He squints and groans, the light hurting his eyes.

"Get up and get the fuck out of my car," I command

He looks at me with confused blue eyes and lets out a melodious yawn.

"Are you deaf pretty boy? I said get out of my car"

The confusion in his eyes is soon replaced with slight fear.

"Where am I?" he asks groggily and lifts himself into an upright position "Oh," he then says, as if both recognizing his surroundings and recalling something, I obviously cannot remember.