venture • lrh

twelve

SLEEP-DRUNK WITH VOLDEMORT

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His arms were tightly wrapped around her petite body, and even though they were both asleep, they'd never been this comfortable. Let's be honest everybody expected them to be at this point somewhere, right? Maybe only Ashton, who is sitting on the couch, watching them every now and then and grabbing some pictures as torture for later.

I mean, if he were to have an argument with either one of them, he'd have some proof, and with his expertise, he believes they will be together someday. They've had chemistry, but they do a damn well job of hiding that behind their hatred.

Slowly, Alexis' eyes start to flutter open. It's dark in the apartment. Except for an old - nearly broken - lamp and the television, the apartment has no other light. Quickly, Alexis focuses on her surroundings. There's a blanket covering her body, but his arms are holding her back. With a loud gasp, she stands up and looks down at Luke, who's now opening his eyes.

Before she even wants to say something, she realizes she wanted to lay in his arms. She tried to warm herself up, and he offered it.

Luke can't help but groan at the sudden cold feeling, the emptiness on top of him. The moment he looks up, he notices Alexis's perplexed and lost look.

"I'm gonna go to bed," she announces quickly. The soft tapping of her covered feet on the ground fills the silence, combined with the sound of the television. Ashton has been sitting on the chair still, a smirk on his face while watching the two wake up.

"I went to take a fucking shower, and I come back to the two of you all cuddled up on the couch... Sleeping," Ashton suddenly comments, turning his face towards the curly blonde. "What's that all about?" Luke shrugs his shoulders and folds the blanket to put it on the other side of the couch. He does love the warmth, but he'd prefer the heat of a person instead of a blanket.

"It's just that I've gotta see her a lot. We've got to tolerate each other," Luke explains, but now that he's saying it out loud, he knows it sounds like absolute bullshit. An ironic chuckle falls from Ashton's throat as he raises his brow.

"You don't cuddle," Ashton tells him, "Tolerating someone is different than falling asleep while cuddling." A crooked grin forms on Ash's face as he looks at his best friend. "You're weak for her."

"I am not," Luke answers him quickly. Ashton playfully rolls his eyes and looks back at the television. His favorite soccer team is playing, and silently he's hoping ever to be their keeper; a guy can dream.

"Whatever you believe," Ashton says, sighing contently, knowing that he will be right about this someday, and he will interrogate both of them until one another admits they're falling in love. He's been cupid for so many people, wingman as well. Speaking shortly, you need an Ashton in your life.

Luke sends him a fierce look, but it has no use sending it to him. Ashton is the last person to be afraid of Luke. Maybe that's why they're best friends. At first sight, people are often frightened by Luke. Not just by his appearance but also by his ego, the way he plays a game with everything, and the ease with which he does it. He's a threat to both boys and girls, and he knows it.

A sigh falls from the blonde's lips, and he runs his long fingers through his curly hair. The folded blanket is lying over the couch, and he looks back at Ashton again, his eyes no longer spitting fire. "Mind if I crash on the couch?" Ashton shakes his head at the question, which makes Luke grab his phone.

LUKE [21:31]
i'm sleeping over at ash

ANDREW [21:31]
ok.