"Stuck In The Friend-Zone Again and Again"

"Said Soon We'll Run Away"

A/N: was on Ashton's Insta and couldn't resist

Luke eventually put on a movie, and after awhile drifted off to sleep, leaving me entangled in his lanky body acting as dead weight in his slumber.

When the movie was almost over, Andrew came up to get us for dinner.

He didn't knock, used to living in a house of boys, and had quite a shock when he saw me practically on top of Luke, our limbs entwined in a messy jumble.

"Oh," he said, eyes wide and looking thoroughly startled.

Luke stirred upon the commotion, and his eyes cracked open.

"Hey dad," he greeted, voice raspy from sleep. "What's up?"

"Well your mother sent me to tell you dinner was ready but..." He said, trailing off.
"But what?" Luke asked.
"Son, do we need to have the talk again?" He asked nervously.
"What? What're you talking about?" Luke exclaimed.
"I just want to make sure you're being safe," Andrew said cautiously, with a glance at my confused face.

Both Luke's and my jaw dropped, eyes widening in realization.
"No- no! We, um, we're just, uh," I began with a stammer.
"We don't, um, we're not, uh," Luke stuttered.
"Well son I just want y-" Andrew started again, seeming to not have heard us.
"We're not having sex dad," Luke blurted out.

I blushed, and Andrew's mouth closed.

"We're not even a couple," Luke added.

"Oh," Andrew said, looking embarrassed. "It's just you're all tangled up and there's a blanket so you can't really tell if you're wearing clothes..."
"I can honestly say that we are definitely and totally not having sex, so you don't have to worry," Luke said.
"Okay then," Andrew said. "Well it's still dinner, so come downstairs."
"Okay dad," Luke said.

Andrew left, and Luke sighed, relaxing his body.

I buried my face into Luke's shoulder. "That was humiliating."
"Very," Luke agreed.

He gently lifted me off of him then, once standing, gave me a hand up from the bed.

"C'mon," he said. "Let's go have dinner with me sitting across from my father that thought we had sex."
I blushed fiercely again. "Most embarrassing thing that ever happened to me in my life, and that's saying something."
"That's for sure," Luke teased, nudging my side with his elbow.

I playfully stuck my tongue out at him, Luke returning the gesture.

We laughed, and hurried downstairs for dinner, during which Andrew thankfully didn't bring up the whole incident of the conversation.

•-•-•-•

After the supper that was just a little awkward between Luke and I and Andrew, Luke and I headed downstairs to play some music.

He wanted me to sing, and I wanted him to sing, so we compromised on a duet of Remembering Sunday by All Time Low, with me taking Juliet Simms' part and the second verse.

We both played guitar, and it sounded AMAZING.

When we had finished, we looked at each other in awe.
"Wow," Luke said.
"That was awesome," I said in wonder.
Luke nodded. "We so have to perform that on tour!"

I instantly became hesitant.
"I don't know," I said nervously. "I don't think your fans really want to hear me. And that's so many people..."
Luke shook his head dismissively. "They're not real fans if they don't love you as well as us. You're the 5th tally that holds us all together."
(In reference, in this story the petition on change.org worked and they got the tallies back. Also if you haven't heard the story, Luke said that the tallies are "one for each of us, and one to hold us all together".)
I smiled.
"And it's not like you'll be up on stage all alone. I'll be there the whole time, right with you," he reminded me.
"I know," I said with a small smile. "I guess we'll just cross that bridge when we come to it."
"I guess," Luke sighed with a smile, wrapping his arm around my waist.

It didn't feel awkward.

It felt natural.

Our friendship was had been like that from the beginning: natural, beautiful, and affectionate.

I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder. "When do we leave again?"
"In just over two weeks. On a Tuesday," Luke replied.
"Are you excited?" I asked.
"Extremely," he replied. "But I'm going to miss everyone."
"You won't have to miss me," I pointed out with a giggle.
"True," he laughed.

I wriggled away from Luke's grasp, grabbing a guitar once more.

"C'mon," I urged. "Let's do Somebody To You."

Luke rolled his eyes but laughed and picked up his guitar.

We started to play.

"Yeah you! Yeah you!-...."

A/N: I was wondering.... Who do you guys picture Paris as?