The Book Thief 》Hemmings A.U

38.00

After school, Luke drops Lucy off at Calum's house, and then the two of us head into the Hemmings household. There's a note on the counter that says that Lucy and Luke's parents had gone up to yet another museum, and wouldn't be back until later tonight.

I thought that maybe the reason for their constant fleeing was Mr. Hemmings lack of wanting to see his children, and the fact that he had dragged Mrs. Hemmings into it despite her love for both Luke and Lucy. Some people just weren't meant for affection, weren't meant to have children, and I think maybe Mr. Hemmings was one of those people.

It had been a little over a month since Luke's altercation with his father due to the football game and by now, his face was as clear as it could be given the circumstances. Said face was one I enjoyed looking at very much, especially while he was smiling and his blue eyes were shining, looking down at me with the utmost affection.

"Just finished the transitions on the last slide." Luke says happily, as we had finally finished up our thirty seven slide power point on the history of lawmaking, how laws worked, and what would happen if said laws were not adhered to.

"And our reference note cards are done, too." I add, tying them off with a rubber band and setting them down on his bedside table.

"Good, now we can move on to bigger and better things." He breathes, grinning as he swivels his computer chair and rolls it over to me to where I lay, on his bed. Luke stands from the chair and presses his arms against the edge of the mattress, leaning forward to kiss me. Smiling against his mouth, I kiss him back while his hands cup my face.

"Bigger and better things like filling out college applications?" I mumble against his lips, causing him to laugh and shake his head as he switches from hovering over me, and sits beside me, instead.

"Well there's that and there's making out." Luke says, smirking. "I think I prefer the second option.

"What if we do both?" I say, breath hitching as Luke increases our proximity. "L-like," I start, shutting my eyes to regain concentration. He is so close to me and my heart rate is pulsing and I can barely think straight. "Like, once we get a certain amount done, we can make out to reward ourselves for our extremely hard work." My voice wavers as I try and fail to keep it together, a small smile spreading along my lips.

"Okay, sounds like a plan." He whispers, lips gliding over mine for a fraction of a second. "So, have you started your applications at all?"

"I did after I yelled at you, actually. I wrote about you." I admit, tucking my legs in and tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ear. Luke has moved back some, making it easier for me to, you know, not want to grab his face and make out with him, among other things.

"Really," Luke grins, taking my hand in his. "What did you say?"

"Oh, nothing, actually." I mumble, realizing that I maybe shouldn't have said anything in the first place since what I wrote wasn't exactly praising him.

"You wrote something bad, didn't you?" He inquires arching a brow.

"Not necessarily bad, it's just. Just about you and how the circumstances of us getting together weren't exactly ideal-"

"Babe, I'm trying here."

"I know, but, you trying doesn't mean anything if you still have my story." I tell him, rubbing at my temples. I shouldn't have said anything, I should have just kept that to myself because every time that I say something, every time that I bring up my story we fight and everything turns into a terrible mess.

"How many times do I have to tell you I lost it?!" He yells, standing up from the bed suddenly with his hands bunched up at his sides; jaw clenching and the vein in his neck bulging out.