The Switch

Luke-Identity

***A/N: So, I know I promised to update within half an hour, and I'm soo sorry I couldn't because I got caught up in school work which I had magically forgotten about. Anyway, It's here now! Its super long to make up for my injustice :) ***

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“Dean? Who’s that?” I asked

“That’s what I’m asking you” Sarah replied

“I don’t know” I frowned.

“The dude was practically in your body, Luke! How do you not know?” Her voice was a little edgy, and she seemed constantly alert, like this Dean would take over me any moment.

My breath tasted strangely like cherries and I couldn’t remember why.

“Does this Dean use a cherry mouth freshener?” I asked, grimacing at his weird taste.

“No” she somehow seemed agitated by that query.

I looked at Derek for an explanation, but he smiled humorlessly at me, and thumped my back.

“You remember that password you and I made up, for the library?” he asked me.

“Technically, only you knew it was for the library. I didn’t even know why we were making a rhyme, just so you could translate it into Icelandic”

“Icelandic?” Sarah questioned “was that the language Dean was using?”

“Yeah” I grinned at her “We have Viking blood”

“How come I never knew this?” she asked, somehow highly surprised by that thought.

I laughed at the face she was making “because I never told you”

“Returning to my question” Derek pulled me away from Sarah and she glared at him. He rolled his eyes then lowered his voice “Who came up with the last part of that password?”

“It was you” I shook my head, remembering how embarrassing that paragraph was “and you bullied me into saying it!”

“Bribed” Derek corrected, grinning at the memory “You did it for a Mc D”

“Only to find out you said My D instead of Mc D. Then, I just had to refuse” I frowned at my brother who had serious issues, even as a child “so technically; you bullied me into saying it”

Derek considered it.

“Why?” I asked.

“Naw, just feeling nostalgic and stuff…” he gave me a ‘just-casually’ expression and pulled his hand off me.

Whatever. My brother was always weird…I wondered if he had something to do with my missing shirt.

“I’ll tell you” Sarah grinned, crossing her arms “if you translate it for me”

My ears perked at that.

“You got rid of my shirt?” I asked her, excited, but angry because I couldn’t remember the moment.

“No!” she held her arms on her hips, scowling at me.

Aww…no fair!

“I was talking about the Icelandic password”

“and” Derek cut in, standing in between me and her “she doesn’t know what it is” and pushed me away.