The only boy I can't have

Luke

For the first time, I think ever, I had woken up next to a girl after a crazy drunken night out - and not panicked and tried to sneak out.

How could when I loved the beautiful blonde in my arms more than I loved myself??

Eleanor was sleeping away peacefully without a care in the world, occasionally letting out a little snort.

Her eyes blinked open and her nose scrunched.

"Morning" she smiled up at me. I could tell she was scanning my face too see if u remembered what had happened last night, what I had said and if I still agreed with it.

Smiling back at her, I planted a kiss on her forehead. "Morning beautiful" her eyes shimmered as we lay in peace for a while.

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Our peace was interrupted by the sound of heels heading towards Eleanor's room.

She looked up at me with a panicked look.

"It's my mom - under my bed - NOW!" She squealed, jumping up, throwing the covers to the floor.

Yanking my arms, I squeezed myself under her small bed, which by the way, my feet were hanging off of all night.

I felt like as packed as a sardines, trying not to make a noise as the door was pushed open by none other than the glamorous Lucy wills.

Her slightly swollen ankles were shoved into tiny red heels, and just above her calf's were suffocated by leather, leopard print pants.

Eleanor's bare feet came into view. She shuffled in front of the bed. Being awfully suspicious.

"Mom hey!" She squealed as I tickled her ankles.

I could practically hear the suspecting look on Lucy's face "hey hun... it's Easter weekend. Jacob's gonna be home in 20 mins then we are going to the market - obviously church tomorrow-"

Eleanor cut her mom off with a sigh of relieastion "oh gos I forget about the Easter market" she was walking forward towards her mum gently pushing her out the door "okayloveyougottagetreadybedownsoon" the words spilled out her mouth as the door was slammed in Lucy's face.

Eleanor fell back on her bed, a moan of relief slipping out.

I crawled out from under the bed with an aching back.

Winking at Eleanor I planted a kiss on her head.

"How do you look this perfect in the morning" Eleanor blushed and turned away "stop it"

It was the truth.

Her nose was scrunched, her beautiful hair was in a perfect messy bun on the top of her head, and her pink pyjamas were the cutest.

"You" she said pressing a finger into my chest "need to go leave - I need to get ready"

I pouted at her "I can stay and wash" I winked and she rolled her eyes, going onto her tiptoes to smack a kiss on my lips.

Her touch felt like being bought back to life, like waking up after a 20 year coma.

"Out!" She squealed as I playfully pulled up her top.

Holding my hands up in defeat, I found myself outside of Eleanor's room. Collecting all my common sense, I sprinted out their house.