Always

22 : your not mine.

I ring the bell to her house and Abuela opens the door . "oh , hello dear , come in " "hi . Mrs Hastington , how are you ? " I ask and she waves her hand in dismissal "call me Abuela dear , skip the pleasantries " "uh , that-" "what are you doing here " a voice that I'd recognise in my sleep , cuts me off . I look at the source of the voice to find her at the bottom of the stairs "well , hello to you too storm " I say smiling when she comes towards me practically running, with her open damp hairs flowing everywhere , as much as the disappointment sets in of not seeing her in my jacket God she's gorgeous, even in an oversized t-shirt , she's literally art .

"not funny , tell me what are you doing here ? , you're supposed to be at the dinner , with your friends , not here " "oh , wow you really do hate me "I say laughing . And she literally punches my shoulder . "not . Funny " she says about to hit me again when I hold her fist "ohk , I get it , stop hitting me woman " "good now answer me " "I'm here to help you pack " and because I was desperate to be with you , for some reason . Her leaving made me want to kill myself "are you insane ? "

"ofc I am " I say with a shrug . "Luca , no , they're you're friends , you can't ditch them " "they're fine , relax , I told them I was tired and that we can have the dinner tomorrow and they were more than happy believe me besides ,they'll be here tomorrow , you won't so now Can we go inside ? I'm tired as hell ". I say and her face turns back to emotionless , it's like she got bit by a snake .

She's happy ? Sad ? Confused ? God knows at this point . She's just staring at me like I just robbed a bank or something . "Storm ? " she still doesn't reply "okay , I think I broke you " I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder and start walking to her room , that's when Storm gets out of her spell . She starts banging fists on my back "Luca , leave me " . "never " I hear Abuela laughing I turn around and wink at her

"what are you laughing about tell him to put me down Abuela " she says still throwing fists at my back , "oh no , I'm good sweetheart " she says laughing and I laugh harder . "Storm we've been here before , we both know your punches do nothing to me but I so can throw you out of the window so calm down " she accepts her fate and whispers "I hate you " making me smile . " sure you do , Storm "

I slightly throw her at the bed , she sits down and boy if looks could kill I would've been six feet's deep inside the earth . I smirk at her when she stands up crossing her hands over her chest . She takes a step towards me and my smirk immediately transfers into an innocent smile , I take a step back and she takes one closer untill I'm backed up around a wall . "if you pull this stunt one more fucking time Lucas fucking Miller , I will strangle you in your sleep . Got it ? " she says each word filled with promise . I smile at that nervously . She steps away , I release a sigh of relief . She might be 5'7 but she's fucking terrifying . She takes out her suitcase and starts looking for clothes .

"ugh I hate packing "
"I'll help " I shrug .
"no , I'll do it on my own " she says checking the clothes on the hanger
"but you hate packing "
"I hate breathing too , I do that just fine " she says shrugging and throwing clothes on the chair .Hard to argue with that logic .
"what - no , listen to me " she completely ignores me and continues assaulting her clothes . I forcefully hold her from her shoulders and force her to look towards me . " you can do it on your own , I get it , but let me, just sit down and pass me the clothes I'll pack for you "
"no , I'm used to being on my own Luca , why don't you get it , I don't want help " she somewhat yells , her eyes moistening . It's not even about packing anymore .
"you don't have to be on your own Storm , you have me now " I whisper slowly and she laughs bitterly "that's the thing Luca , I have no one , and I never will " after a pause she continues " you're not mine " She whispers back . Ouch.