Dollhouse | c.h

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Luke Hemmings^

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I rushed down the stairs and stood next to Ashton, who was still holding his stomach, but not too noticeably.

"Ashton, open the door sweetie," my mother tells Ashton from the kitchen.

Ashton opens the door and tells the family to come inside.

"Liz!" my mom comes out of the kitchen squealing and quickly brings Mrs. Hemmings in for a hug. "how are you?"

"I'm great, and you?" Mrs. Hemmings nicely replies.

"I'm just awesome." my mom smiles at her. "are these your boys?" my mom looks behind Mrs. Hemmings, at the three boys.

"Anne, these aren't boys, these are men." my father steps out of his office, in a nice suit, and corrects my mom.

"my bad, are these your men" she emphasizes the word men.

"yes, this is Jack, Ben, and Luke," Mr. Hemmings comes inside, carrying a cake shaped container. I wonder whose birthday it is.

my dad sends my mom a glare, and she quickly says, "oh, come on in. how old are your boys?" my mom asks Liz.

"Ben is 23, Jack is 21, and Luke is 18. what about your rays of sunshine?" she asks while we all move to the living room.

we all pick a couch. the long couch holds Ben, Mr. Hemmings, Mrs. Hemmings, and Ashton. the love seat holds Jack, me, and Luke. then our other love seat holds my mom and dad.

"Ashton is 20, and Aaliyah is 17." my mom tells Liz.

"so all of our lovely children are all around the same age." Liz exclaims, looking very excited. my mom just smiles back at her.

"so, Andrew how is everything?" my dad starts a conversation with Mr. Hemmings.

while I try my best to listen to their conversation, even though I'd rather go up to my room and listen to music, I feel an arm get placed behind my shoulders. I look cautiously over at Luke, who is looking around my living room with both his hands on his lap.

then, I look to my right, and Jack is looking at me and sends me a wink. I look away and roll my eyes praying that this dinner will be over soon.

then, as luck is on my side, the oven beeps, and my mom tells me to come with her into the kitchen to help set the table.

after we finish setting the table she calls everyone into the dining room. my dad sits down at the head of the table, then on his right is my mom, then Liz, Ben, and Ashton. on my fathers left is Andrew, Jack, me, and Luke.

the dinner is very talkative and half way through Jack asks me for my number. I'm hesitant at first, then I type it into his phone. about 5 minutes later, I feel a hand pretty high up my thigh.

I look over at Jack and give him a plea to stop touching me with my eyes. he smiles at me and whispers in my ear, "I know you want me to go higher, you don't have to plea" and with that he moves even higher, even though it's not very possible. I move my hand under the table trying to push his hand away without making a scene. he doesn't budge.

I look down and then I see another hand come close to my thigh and pry Jack's hand off of me. I look over at Luke and send him a smile. he smiles back and takes his hand away from my thigh. I then cross my legs and continue to eat my dinner.

after dinner is over the boys go into the living room to watch the football game. my mom, Liz, and I start to clean up the dinner.

"I could help." we all turn to the doorway and Luke is standing there. "i don't really watch football."

"alright Lukey, why don't you start washing the dishes with the sponge and water, then rinse, and Aaliyah could dry the dishes and put them away, while Anne and I put dishes in the sink and wipe the floor." Liz offers.

he nods and walks over to the sink and starts washing the dishes. he makes sure that every little piece of food is off of each dish before rinsing and giving to him. I observe him wash with the sponge. it takes him a while with each utensil.

not that i am complaining or anything. it would be nice to have actual clean utensils.

as he hands me a clean spoon i mumble, "thanks by the way."

"for what?"

"getting Jack's hand off of my thigh."

"oh. no problem."

"no, really, I would have probably started to cry if he went higher up."

"anytime. he is disgusting. he doesn't know when to stop." he tells me while scrubbing the fork in his soapy hands.

I just nod in reply.

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a/n: wooohooooooo. I never update but if you wanna check out my sweeeeeet stories go ahead.