Second Chances

nineteen

a l e x

I woke up to the sun shining in my face again.

Why didn't Luke invest in blinds or curtains that actually kept light from coming into the room like they were meant to?

My head was pounding with a hangover and the light trying to blind me wasn't really helping.

I noticed Luke's absence from the bed and turned to the clock on the bedside table beside me, telling me it was ten in the morning.

I was usually a morning person, but hangovers ruined mornings for me. I dragged myself out of bed and decided to brush my teeth before trying to figure out what happened to Luke.

My eyebrows raised instinctively at the sight in front of me. Luke was sitting by the kitchen counter, shirtless, innocently eating some toast.

"Thanks for not waking me up. You should work on getting some blinds that won't give me a headache though," I walked towards him and sat on the empty seat beside him.

"You handle alcohol well, don't you?" he ignored my comment and continued eating his toast. "You didn't seem very drunk last night."

I thought about it for a while. If my headache was the judge, I would say I had quite a few drinks last night. "I guess I just hide that I'm drunk better than the average person, aside from completely losing my filter."

He nodded at that. "Do you want anything to eat? I didn't know what you wanted, so I didn't make anything."

"Can I see what you have?" my eyes lit up. If there was one thing I was passionate about, well, it would be fashion, but if there were two things, it would be fashion and food.

Luke agreed to my request and allowed me to scour his kitchen for food, or at least ingredients to make something.

If there was one thing Luke didn't have, it was the food I would usually have at my apartment. Any food I thought of, he either didn't have the ingredients for or just never heard of.

I ended up settling with a slice of toast with some butter on it, like what Luke was eating. Whenever I woke up that late, I usually gave up the idea of even eating breakfast anymore, just waiting for lunch or having brunch, but I was hungry, and I figured a little food wouldn't hurt me.

"You need to go to the grocery store more often," I addressed my concern for his lack of food as I ate. "You have nothing to eat."

"But it's so boring just going around the grocery store, not knowing what the hell to buy," he argued. "I just end up buying candy."

"Okay, what if I go with you and help?" I suggested. I thought that maybe if he had someone to go with him, then he would actually not be so against the idea. "We can go later."

He sighed and nodded, finally agreeing. The thing with Luke was that if he was presented with an idea that he had nothing against, he would just go with it. As long as it wasn't a hassle to him, he wouldn't fight it.

I smiled at him and continued to eat. My hangover wasn't as bad anymore, probably because I actually had something in my stomach. It was barely even bothering me anymore.

"Hey, come here," Luke gestured for me to come closer to him. He put his arms out, signifying he wanted a hug of some sort.

I stared at him, literally three feet away from me. "I'm already here."

"No, come here," he repeated, emphasizing 'here' like I didn't already hear him say that.

I was confused by his words, but chose to just go with it. I walked the few steps it took for me to stand right in front of him. "Okay, I'm here. What now?"