"Katie," Luke tapped on the bathroom door, "got company." I'm assuming that means our parents arrived. Daniel wasn't able to get a substitute to cover for him, so him and Liz came once he was off work.
"Hey Liz?" I called after turning off the water. I wrapped the towel they gave me around my waist, twirling my wet hair up in a bun.
"Yeah hun?" She answered. I could hear her shuffling towards the door.
"Did you bring that bag?" Earlier she messaged us asking what we wanted from the house. The first thing on Luke's list was a charger. I wanted some clothes. The gown was too breezy for my liking.
"I got it," the door knob turned, cracking the door open. I stepped aside, pressing my back against the cold wall. Chills ran down my back. Liz's head poked in, setting the bag down, "here."
"Thanks," I winked, slipping my foot through the strap, tugging it closer to me. She smiled brightly, closing the door, while I knelt down to get an outfit.
"She's all smiles," Liz commented. I don't think I was supposed to hear her, but I listened anyway, "looks like she's feeling better."
"They let her off the IV around two," Luke informed him, "and I've got her a little over halfway through that cup. She's got to finish before the day's over."
"Thanks Luke," I could hear my dad's heavy handed pat, and tried to imagine the two of them actually getting along for once, "you take good care of my girl."
"Our girl," Luke corrected, and I dropped my shorts. My head snapped in the direction of the door as I waited for someone to say something.
It was like an awful timed commercial break. No one said a word! I scrambled around the bathroom, trying to get dressed as fast as humanly possible.
"Liz!" I grumbled keeping my voice low. The knit, black, shorts she had brought me came down maybe an inch under my ass. Long enough to technically cover everything, but not leaving much to the imagination.
"Whatever," I brushed by it and yanked the shirt out of my bag. Immediately my mouth dropped. She had packed me one of Luke's sweatshirts. It was blue with his school logo on it. I had stolen it over the summer:
He had come home from school in a mood. I could hear his feet thumping all the way from the kitchen to our bedroom door. I was laying on my bunk, painting my toes, bracing myself for the temper tantrum that awaited me, when he walked in. The door flung open and closed with a slam.
The sudden noise made me jump and I ended up getting paint on my own hoodie. "Fuck!" I griped, closing the black polish. There was no way in hell that was coming out of my white hoodie.
"Don't start!" He barked on his way to the bathroom, throwing his bag onto the couch. He over shot it and the bag crashed into the wall, sliding down to a pile on the floor.
"Well hello to you too," I searched my bag for nail polish remover, but I couldn't find any. "Hey Luke," I called, zipping everything back up, but keeping the nail polish out so I could finish my toes, "can you look under the sink and see if there's any nail polish remover?"
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Too Close For Comfort (LH) (PT1&2)
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