The next morning, Avery woke up in Luke's bed. He was turned away from her, as close to the edge as he could get without falling off. She smiled, knowing if he didn't turn away he'd feel uncomfortable, as if she'd wake up thinking he took advantage of her. But she knew he'd never do such a thing. She yawned and scooted closer to him.
"Lukey," She whispered in his ear, "Lukey wake up." He shifted slightly. She nudged her head into the back of his neck, "Luuuuke," she said, a little louder. He moaned sleepily and turned his head to face hers. He closed his eyes and smiled into his pillow, "Well good morning beautiful," he said. His voice was raspy and deeper than normal, a side effect of being male. Avery giggled and grabbed his arm, snaking it around her back. He pulled her in to him as he stretched.
He laid on his back as he over dramatically yawned and stared at his ceiling, his arm still under Avery. She nuzzled into his chest and said, "What happened last night?" Luke giggled as her voice tickled his chest, "Nothing gross," he answered.
"Well duh. I just don't remember anything after laying on the ground to look at the stars," she said, raising up. He looked at her with a small smile, "That's because you fell asleep."
She rolled her eyes. Avery had a habit of falling asleep before getting to a bed. She fell asleep while watching movies, playing board games, at the laundry mat, and especially on the way home; although Luke's home wasn't hers. "Then what happened once I fell asleep?"
He shifted onto his side so he could see her, "Stella and Mikey had a race down to the river, of course. Ashton followed and who knows what happened down there. Cal and Brooke stayed beside us," He giggled, "My back was turned to them so at one point all I could hear was your light snores and their sloppy wet dog kisses." He closed his eyes and made a sarcastic disgusted face.
"I don't snore!" Avery argued. Luke opened his eyes and smiled, "Oh, but you do."
"Do not!" She continued, "I would know if I snored, and I don't!"
"Babe, you're unconscious. I would know if you snore; and you do," he said. She settled into his pillow and crossed her arms, making a faked pout face.
"Aw come on," he said, scooting close to her. She was silent. "Avery," he dragged out into her inner arm, causing her to crack a smile that she tried to cover up. She got out of his bed and left his room, her hair all over the place. "I didn't even get to tell you how I carried you to the car all by myself!" he yelled outside the door before getting up and putting on a shirt.
Avery made her way to the kitchen for some juice. She got a cup and opened the fridge in search of the Sunny D. Luke walked in the opposite entrance to the kitchen as Avery picked up the carton. When she closed the fridge door, Ashton appeared. She ignored him, too focused on quenching her thirst. As she poured the juice, Ashton came up behind her, putting his hands on her hips. She rolled her eyes. He ground on her ass, exaggerating moans. "What are you doing?" she yelled over his fake moans. He didn't say anything but continued to grind lightly.
"Ash, bro, stop," Luke said, approaching the two at the counter. Ashton looked at Luke, took his hands off of Avery and laughed, backing away. "This scene all too familiar?" Michael entered the room just in time. "What?" Avery asked the two of them.
"Don't act so innocent. We saw him carry you to his room when we got home last night," Ashton started. "And now you're wearing his shirt," Michael finished. Avery looked down and realized that she was in fact wearing his "Destroy yourself and see who gives a fuck" tee. She wasn't even wearing pants. The shirt practically went to her knees, considering their major height difference, but it did look a bit scandalous.
Luke rolled his eyes, "She was passed out all night," he said. Brooklyn and Stella entered the room, "What're we talking about?" Brooklyn asked. "How Luke and Avery fucked last night," Michael immediately responded.
Brooklyn scoffed, "How many times do I have to tell you guys?" she started, about to go off on the same rant she had at the shore the day before. The one about how Avery didn't love Luke like that. But Stella interrupted, "Avs, isn't it your mom's birthday today?" Avery turned around quickly, Is it the seventeenth?" she asked. Calum checked his phone and nodded. "Oh fuck, it is," she shuffled out of the room. "Luke, why don't you go call with her, Avery's mom loves you," Stella insisted. Luke nodded and walked out of the room.
Stella huffed and sat on the kitchen counter. "What was that all about?" Michael asked. "Nothing," Stella muttered as she bit into an apple, "Just don't mention them fucking again."
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Once the early morning kitchen drama subsided, Brooklyn and Stella remembered that the girls had promised they'd go see a movie, just the three of them, that day. They reminded Avery and went back to their smaller-than-acceptable flat that they shared on the opposite side of the city from the guys. They fought over who would take a shower first, finally allowing Stella to do so, once she threatened to release a bag of scorpions in each of their bedrooms.
While Stella showered, Brooklyn and Avery sat on their lone sofa. It was quiet at first, with the two of them clicking around on their phones. But a few minutes in, Avery set her phone down, "Brooke," she said as Brooklyn diverted her attention to her best friend of several years, "Yes?" she replied.
"I have something I need to tell you. And you can't tell anyone else. Not even Cal, no, especially not Cal."
"Okay," Brooklyn hesitantly said.
"It's about Luke," Avery replied.
