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Chapter 25

I woke up to a bed of no pillows, no warmth, no Luke. After glancing to the floor, I realized the absence of the pillows was because they were now on the floor. The absence of warmth was because the old woman is probably to old to know of heat, and Luke was gone.

Where is he?

I noticed that his bag was still on the floor, so I assumed that was a sign he was still here. I went to the door, not even thinking of how terrible I looked at the moment. After opening the creaking wood, I saw a trey on the floor, with two bowls filled, and two glasses of what looked like orange juice.

I picked up the trey and sat it on the bed, examining the white grainy substance, it could be rice, or... grits?

I don't like breakfast anyway.

But staring at it, made me wonder how long it had been out there. I recalled to old nag saying "breakfast will be at nine."

I look for the clock when I saw one on the nightstand by the bed I slept in. It said 10:30, just then I saw a piece of paper with a pen on top. I walked around the bed and to the paper, realizing it was a note, from Luke.

"Went to the bank, start getting ready - Lxx"

~*~

Jumping up and down to get my jeans on, I stopped to take a breath when I accomplished to pull them up. Now, it was time for buttoning them. I sucked in struggling to make them fit. Because they will.

Finally I did it.

It was probably the last time though.

I went to grab my shirt, and just as I stood, I screamed, when I saw Luke.

"Oh yeah!" Luke said quickly covering his eyes. He stood there like and idiot, with his hand over his face, "Sorry." He continued to stand.

My eyes widened as I demanded, "Get out!"

"I don't understand why you're freaking out." He chuckled.

"I don't have a shirt on!"

"It's only your- Never mind." He said turning around and stalking towards the door with his hand over his eyes still.

A gasp escaped my lips when he ran into the frame of the door, and he grunted.

"Luke!"

"Would you stop yelling at me?!"

I stomped, "Well you scared me!"

"Cool for you!" He huffed.

"I wasn't bragging about it!" I said a little louder than him.

He stood to his feet, "Well you sure were making a pretty big damn deal of it!"

"I was not!"

"Oh yeah?" He scoffed, "Then why are we yelling?"

"Because I didn't. Have. A. Shirt. On!" I said gesturing to myself.

We both paused staring at each other for a moment.

I sighed, "I still don't have a shirt on."

Again, Luke covered his eyes, but this time it was more in an annoyed way.

I grabbed my shirt pulling it over my head.

I could feel my face burning, knowing that my face was now a bright red. I turned away before I told him he could move his hand, not wanting to look him in the eyes.

I heard his foot steps moving around the room before he asked, "Did you get everything of yours together?"

I nodded, not even daring for him to hear my meek voice.