A/N: Don't mind the mistakes, I didn't edit it just updated to give you an update and look it's longer than usual! Enjoy
Luke's pov
On this particular day, I decided to take a break from my usual routine of attending college classes. It felt like a well-deserved reward for the immense effort and dedication I had put into my project and my exams.
As I woke up in the morning, a sense of liberation washed over me. The usual rush to get ready for college was absent, and I savored the feeling of not having any obligations for the day.
I started the day with a leisurely breakfast, savoring each bite without the usual time constraints. The simple act of sipping my coffee and enjoying a quiet morning allowed me to appreciate the present moment in a way I hadn't in a long time.
" Where is Pete?" I asked my mom.
" He's asleep!"
" You won't go to college today?"
" No, I'll take a rest." I replied sheepishly.
" Great thinking!" Mom encouraged.
I then headed to the warehouse to check on my friends and have some fun with them. When I arrived, I saw Emmett in the hall.
" Good morning, sir!" I smiled at him.
He didn't even bother himself to look at me and just walked past me. I glared and turned to watch him walk without a care in the world.
" What a rude way to greet someone!" I said under my breath. " It's not like I expected a huge welcome or anything, but a hello would have been nice!" I continued to myself, feeling a wave of annoyance wash over me.
Suddenly, he stopped and turned towards me with a smirk. He said mockingly, " I think your expectations might be a bit too high!"
I blinked twice, confused. Did he hear me?
" Sir?"
" Because of your uncontrollable tongue, you will serve me today."
" But I didn't do anything."
" Follow me, Luke."
I frowned, shut my mouth and followed him. There all my plans go!
Emmett took me to the storehouse, a large, dimly lit space filled with containers of goods. The containers were stacked high, reaching the ceiling, and aisles full of equipment and materials lined the walls.
I could feel the air of anticipation and excitement as Emmett took me around, pointing out the various items and explaining their purpose. There were containers filled with tools, machines, and equipment, as well as shelves of spare parts and materials.
" Now, I want you to help me count the goods." He smirked.
Is it easy? This is like a walk in the park.
" Okay?"
" I'm not asking!"
" Yes sir."
" Luke, I need you to move those cartoons to the other side and count the pieces inside them."
" Yes sir!"
This is so easy!
" I don't want any mistakes, so be careful."
" Don't worry." I said confidently which made him chuckle.
There were dozens of cartoons, each of them seemingly more heavy than the last. I felt like I was being tortured as I struggled to move them, my muscles straining to lift the heavy boxes. By the time I finished, I was exhausted, my back and arms aching from the effort.
