Chapter 2: Noodle
Luke awoke to the sound of Molly barking like mad. He hurried down stairs to where she was to see her wagging her tail at the door. Forgetting his attire he rushed to look through the peephole in the door. Outside stood a tall boy holding what looked like Luke's cat noodle. Luke opened the door quickly, and the boy looked him up and down. Luke was suddenly reminded of the lack of clothing on his lower body and blushed
"One second" he mumbled shutting the door and pulling on the first pair of jeans he saw laying in a basket. He went back to the door, cheeks still blushing like crazy. He cleared his throat and the boy looked up and smiled
"Hi! My name's Ashton! Is this cat yours?" He asked politely. Luke looked at the cat in the boy's arms and smiled
"Yeah, that's my noodle" he giggled, taking the cat from the boys muscular arms. "Was he bothering you?" The boy, Ashton, shook his head.
"No. My sister saw him wandering around with a collar and demanded I find where he belongs." Ashton said with a giggle. Luke found himself leaning against the door frame rather flirtatiously
"Well thank you, Ashton. I appreciate it" he said biting his lip a bit. Ashton nodded, rubbing the back of his neck.
"So, what are you doing today? Me and my family just moved in and I was thinking it'd be cool if someone could show me around a bit maybe." Ashton said, suddenly becoming a bit nervous. Luke smiled and shifted Noodle in his arms.
"I could show you around. Come back by here in a couple hours and I'll be ready" Luke stated with a sudden burst of confidence. Ashton nodded.
"Yeah, okay. I can do that" he said, stumbling over his words in his haste. Luke smiled
"Alright. See you then" Luke purred, touching Ashton's chest lightly before shutting the door. The embarrassment set in very suddenly and Luke found himself pulling his own hair and pacing the living room.
"Why would you do that?? Stupid stupid stupid!" He yelled to himself. Molly looked at him alarmed and whined quietly. Luke patted her head gently in reassurance. He then ran up the stairs and threw himself into the shower, scrubbing himself harshly with his mothers lilac body wash and washing his hair with her vanilla shampoo. He loved the smells of them, the way they they flooded his nose with sweetness and happy smells. When he got out of the shower, he wrapped himself in a large fluffy towel. Although he had nothing on his chest to hide, he had the towel up under his arms. It just felt more snug that way. He entered his room, curtains billowing in the breeze and smiled. He pulled out a pair of leggings that he'd borrowed from his friend Calum's understanding older sister Mali. She always let Luke try on her skirts or test out her make up. He loved her like she was his own sister. At first Calum made fun of Luke for always hanging around Mali instead of him, but eventually she convinced Luke to tell Calum what was really going on. Calum ended up being one of the most understanding people in the world. Luke dropped his towel as he approached his closet and grabbed out a pair of the panties he had hidden there. He pulled them up his legs but froze when he finished. He again had that strange feeling that he was being watched. He picked his towel up from the floor and held it to cover himself as he peaked out his open window. Had the window been open when he left the room? Of course it had.
"Don't be stupid" he said to himself before pulling the curtains closed. He immediately felt more at ease. He pulled his leggings on and darted to Jack's room to find a large shirt. He settled for a white t shirt that said New York across it. He laughed a bit to himself. Jack had never been to New York.
He went back to the bathroom and styled his hair up into a quiff. He smiled at his reflection and went back to his room, dancing his way across the hallway and settling onto his bed happily. Ashton was cute. Extremely cute. He had to of been at least a little interested, right? He wouldn't have flirted back if he wasn't at least a little interested. Luke sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. His whole body tensed with nervousness. There it was again. That feeling of being watched.
