"What are you wearing?" He laughed
I looked down at my "don't hate me it turns me on" white cropped shirt. It's one of my favorites. "You're one to talk. One of yours says "warning. Choking hazard" with an arrow that points to your dick"
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"I thought you were broke," Veronica said as she helped Lip down the Stairs.
"That's what I said," Ian said smiling. I lightly jabbed him on the arm as I leaned my hands against the counter next to him.
"We were all thinking it" Apparently Fiona impressed the guy from the other night so much that he bought us a washer.
Fiona grabbed a bouquet from out of the sink, holding them up excitedly. "These were in the washer"
Veronica rushed to her grabbing the note, mumbling. "Steve"? No. Who's Steve?"
I stopped paying attention to them when Sloan walked by to stand behind Debs, rubbing her arms and giggling with her. I felt the corner of my lip twitch up.
I walked back to the living room, grabbing the bag of clothes, before heading back through the kitchen past everyone and down to my room.
I sat on my bed. It was just a simple mattress on the floor with a few sheets over it, but I didn't need much to be comfy. Honestly, I just didn't feel like buying more after Carl stole all my blankets, I guess being a hot sleeper has its advantages.
I ripped open the trash bag sorting through the clothes.
Keep.
Keep.
Give to Lip.
Keep.
Burn. Scratch that, rip it up then burn it.
I separated the clothes into their pile. For someone who can't organize for shit, I say I did a pretty good job.
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I jolted awake to my phone loudly buzzing on the floor. I refused to open my eyes as my hand blindly searched for my phone.
When I finally grabbed it, I answered without looking at who was calling. I flinched when a high-pitched voice spoke.
"Hey, Luke" I didn't recognize the voice, and even if I did, I was too tired to realize who was talking to me.
"Who's this?" My voice was groggy. I shoved my face back into my pillow.
I heard a giggle "It's Beccy, silly"
It hit me, Beccy, the redheaded girl from the diner. Fuck.
I rubbed my face with my other hand. "Right, yeah, hey" My eyes felt as though they were glued shut.
"So I was thinking that maybe you could stop by later, I'd make it worth your while" I could hear the smirk in her voice.
Tempting
"Look Beccy, it's my day off and I just want to do nothing today other than sleep, you know?"
"Oh" there was disappointment in her voice, but I was too tired to care.
