his and hers | 18+

18 | unexpected guests

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clementine

"clementine?" a soft groan passes through my lips at the sound of my name being called. i roll around on my bed, not wanting to deal with anything right now, much less my mother. "ashby?"

"no." i clip, clenching my eyes shut harder. someone turned my light switch on, i can tell. i roll onto my stomach and shove my face into the pillow, hissing when i push too hard on my injury.

"woman, get your arse up." my eyebrows furrow, my mothers voice turning into a much deeper, more british accent. i peel a single eye open, turning my head to the side. i'm met with none other than lucas maddox.

both of my eyes are open now. i wake up, my back shooting off the bed. why is lucas in my house? has my mother seen him? how long have i-

oh.. right. as my eyes trail over the unfamiliar room, the events of the last two days replay in my head like a bad film. my consciousness slowly comes back, and lucas starts speaking again.

"goodness, you're a fuss to wake up." he jumps onto the bed, where pierce would be. my eyebrows furrow even more, and my heart suddenly pangs. he left?

i look back to lucas, who's watching me with curiosity behind his eyes, trying to decipher me. "what time is it?" i question, my eyes widening when he replies, "six."

"in the morning!?"
"yes, in the morning."

without thinking twice, i launch a pillow smack dab in his face. he tries to duck, but my aim was so horrible that he ducks right into it. i surpress my laughter by biting my bottom lip, and staring at the roof.

he scoffs, throwing it back into my lap. "like i said, too much time with pierce."

"where is pierce?" i wonder outloud, hating myself for sounding desperate, but not being able to help it. he whistles absentmindedly as he stands up, and walks over to pierce's desk, fidling with the drawers.

"he's downstairs." he finally replies after leaving me in a sheet-gripping suspense, and i let out a breath. so, he didn't leave leave, he just left.

"why'd you wake me up?"
"i need your help."
"okay, with what?"
"convince pierce about my awesome idea."

lucas ended up winning the fight about the sleepover, though he was forced to sleep on the couch. he was upset, since he had expected that we'd all shove the beds into one room and have one big sleepover.

he's been trying to convince pierce and alex ever since we got here. i'm guessing he thinks pierce will listen to me, which is ridululous, since pierce seems pretty set on no. but i guess it doesn't hurt to try. besides, i don't want to leave lucas hanging.

"sure!" i chirp, lifting the covers off of my warm body, and standing up. i'm still dressed in pierce's boxers as shorts, and his too long shirt that reaches just above my knees. it's actually pretty comfortable in here.

my crotch is touching his balls.

good god, clementine! what is wrong with you!

"first off—" he holds a finger up, curling it so i follow him. he leads me into pierce's bathroom, opens a drawer and smacks a packet onto the sink counter. when i lift it up, i see a toothbrush. i give lucas a weird look, who shrugs. "your morning breath is.. well to put it mildly, fucking horrible."

"hey!" i smack his shoulder with the small cardboard. "you're getting too comfortable with me."

"as are you." he shoots me a wink, and slaps the back of my head lightly before exiting pierce's room altogether. even though i'm a little offended, i can't help but smile. i guess we are getting close, huh?