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[𝟮,𝟮𝟰𝟳 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀] 𝗹𝘂𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗴𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 - 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 & 𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Sleepovers at the Hughes' lake house were a sacred tradition.

You and Luke had been friends since diapers; pulling pranks on his brothers, watching movies together, and going out on the boat with his family.

So it came as no shock to Luke when you scaled the trellis under his bedroom window and hopped into his room. You heaved out a sigh, locking eyes with the lanky boy lying on the bed. The faint sound of Wicked Games by The Weeknd filled the room from his TV.

"Whatcha doin'?" You asked nonchalantly.

"Was 'bout to have a smoke. You in?" Luke asked, even though he knew what your answer would be. He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a blunt, along with a lighter.

You shook your head. "No, Luke," You recited. "You ask me every time, and every time my answer will be the same."

He whined. "Y/N, please? I'll talk you through it the whole time, I promise."

"I don't know, Lukey," You sighed, uncertainty present in your face.

Luke shot you a look, knowing that if he begged enough you'd give in. He held his hand to you, face up, and you grabbed his hand without hesitation. Luke tugged you onto his bed and you squealed, earning a shhh from Luke, knowing everyone else in the house was sleeping.

Sure, the two of you had shared a bed numerous times, and it was no different this time. ...Right?

As you sat up on the headboard, Luke re-claimed the blunt. You eyed the rolled up piece of paper in Luke's long, slender fingers. He flicked the lighter until it stuck, and lit the blunt. He took a deep hit, then exhaled, filling the room with the distinct smell of weed.

He offered it to you, a calm and reassuring look on his face. He's here to help.

You gingerly took the blunt from his fingers and held it in your hands, inspecting it up close. You heard a chuckle and looked up, seeing a crooked smile appear on Luke's face. Rolling your eyes, you spoke, "So, you gonna show me how to smoke this or what?"

He rolled his eyes at your teasing and shuffled closer to you. "Alright. Take it slow, okay? Start low and go slow."
You nodded, fake confidence dancing across your face. Luke gestured his hands towards you, silently asking for you to take a hit. You brought the blunt to your lips, taking a slow hit then exhaling. A cough escaped your lips and he brought his hand to rub your back. "'S okay, you did so good, Y/N."

You managed to stop coughing and you were suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that his hand was still on your back, his thumb moving in soft circles.

"You okay?" Luke softly asked. You shook your head in an agreeing manner, your throat suddenly dry.

"D'you have some water?"

"Oh! Yeah, yeah. Here," He grabbed the half empty water bottle from his nightstand and gave it to you. Smiling in thanks, you greedily drank the liquid. You capped the bottle and looked over to Luke, his eyes already on you.