Autumn Haze

9: 'The one with the trip down memory lane...'

I turn to look at Luke with a teasing smile as he groans loudly and clutches his forehead, 'Aw is someone hungover?'

He narrows his eyes, 'Shut up.'

I gasp dramatically, 'Is that anyway to speak to your girlfriend Lucas Wilson?'

'I'm just going to say it again, shut up.'

I poke his cheek, 'You are just so grumpy this morning.'

'I'm dying there's a difference.'

I scoff loudly, 'You aren't dying, all of this pain you are in is self-inflicted, so I have zero sympathy.'

'I'm starting to slowly dislike you again.'

I shrug, 'I can deal with this.'

'There's actually somewhere I want to take you today.'

'Oh wow, you are taking me out for the day, what in heavens earth did I do to deserve such a treat?'

He gives me a look, 'Princess?'

'Yes?'

'Shut up.'

'I would love to do this for you, but it appears that I'm physically unable too.'

A small smile tugs on the corner of his lips, 'I like seeing you like this, even when I do have a pounding headache.'

'Well, I like to see you suffer.'

'You wound me, Autumn Martin.'

I give him a playful wink, 'Glad to hear it.'

'You'll be the death of me.'

'I'll see you in hell, baby.'

'As long as you save me a seat.'

I press a kiss onto the top of his head, 'Always.'

...

I glance around at the unfamiliar neighbourhood with knitted eyebrows, I've never been on this side of town before. My mother would always insist that I avoid it because of the harmful stereotypes that plague it. And to be honest me a few years ago would be judging all of the people who lived here, but I didn't have it in my heart to do that anymore.

'So...'I drawl out as Luke, and I begin to walk further down the road.

He laughs slightly, 'We're almost there, I promise.'

I roll my eyes, 'You've been saying that for nearly twenty minutes.'

'And eventually I'm going to be right about that.'

'You are extremely irritating.'

'Likewise.' He murmurs before he stops directly in-front of a beaten down house.

The house's door was nearly coming off its hinges, all of the windows have been smashed, there was graffiti written all over the halls.

'Is this it?'

He nods slowly, 'This is it.'

'W-What exactly is it?'

'My childhood home, I-I lived here until I was about six.'

'O-Oh.'

He shrugs his shoulders, 'Yeah, it isn't the nicest place to look at.'

I shake my head, 'I-I mean it does have a lot of character.'

He laughs loudly, 'Seriously? Character?'

I shrug, 'I feel like that was the polite thing to say.'

'For so long I hated this place. Honestly even just looking at it now makes me feel sick.'