Eight

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When I pulled into my driveway, I looked back at Luke who was curled up in the back seat. I knew it was a bad idea to be skipping the second half of the day on my first day at the school, but I also knew Luke needed me.

I helped him out of the car and into my empty house. Mom wouldn't be out of work until six that night. I lead him up to our bathroom and dug around for the first aid kit.

"This is gonna sting a little" I mumbled, pressing an alcohol swab to his still bleeding forehead. He let out a little shriek and I immediately pulled the swab back "I'm sorry I'm sorry!" I exclaimed. Luke shook his head.

" 'm okay" he said quietly. I nodded and continued to clean him up. When I was done, I smiled at him.

"There! All better!" I said happily. "How do you feel?" Luke shrugged.

"Gross. Kinda hungry." He replied. I smiled warmly at him.

"We can get a snack if you want" Luke stood up

"That'd be great." I took Luke down to my kitchen  and opened a cupboard

"You can grab whatever you want" I said, waving my hand toward the food. Luke took out a few things and brought them over to me.

"Is this okay?" He asked. I nodded.

"Of course." I replied. "Wanna like, watch a movie or something?" I asked nervously. Luke smiled and nodded. I lead him to the couch and we sat and ate snacks, making commentary on the movie that played mostly for background noise. Toward the end, Luke stood up.

"I'll be right back, I'm gonna go to the bathroom"

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