THE SURROGATE: A LUKE BROOKS FAN FICTION

chter fifty five

*CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE*
*DARCY'S P.O.V*
'Drop the bass, man, the bass get lower
Radio say, "Speed it up, " I just go slower
High like treble, puffin' on them mids
The man ain't ever seen a booty like this
And why you think you keep my name rollin' off the tongue?
Cause when you wanna smash, I just write another one
I sneezed on the beat and the beat got sicker
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor ' the voice of my queen, my mother, my role model, my everything, Beyonce got louder in my earphones as I increased the volume on my phone. I've been listening to nothing but Beyonce songs all morning since I took it upon myself to give the Janoskian house a proper clean while I was alone here. Yoncé/Partition was one of those songs that just completely and utterly brought out my inner stripper -named RoXXXy-. I've been listening to a lot of these sexual songs lately, because I've been thinking about finally giving myself to Daniel, he's been such a gentleman and waited so long; now that I was ready for us to make love, I wanted it to be the best experience for both of us. He's obviously been with other girls, and I guess that's what makes me feel kind of insecure, because what if I'm not good enough? 'As if! Come on! You're a sex goddess! Don't even deny it!" the sassy diva in my head said, instantly making me feel better. To prepare myself for that special night, I've decided that i was going to start off with a lap danve that I've been working on. I'm doing the lap dance to ROCKET, and since I had the broom in my hand at the moment, it was the perfect time to use this imagination of mind and imagine that the broom was Daniel. As 'PARTITION' blasted in my ear, I let the music control my body movements. I looked at the broom held in my hands, and swayed my hips slowly and seductively, all the while going lower, before turning around, my ass now facing the broom, and I pushed it out while standing up slowly. Thereafter I did all types of provocative moves, including the moves done by King B herself in 'PARTITION' and if you've seen the video, you know how provocative those are; so imagine my surprise when I turn around and see Luke standing in the doorway; leaning against the wall, with his arms crossed, looking at me with a smile and his eyebrow raised. Having him look at me, made me suddenly aware of what I was wearing -my oversized and slightly faded long sleeved Mickey Mouse T-shirt which came up to the middle of my thighs; I always hung one of the sleeves over my right shoulder, I wore pink fuzzy socks, and my hair was very messy- and I felt that I needed to cover myself up. I stood looking at Luke, pulling at the hem of my shirt, trying to cover more of my legs. "Oh no, don't stop on my account!" He said, raising his hands, still smiling. "How much of that did you see?" I asked, still trying to cover my legs up; in my haste to cover myself, I didn't even notice that the broom had fallen. I felt so fucking awkward; I felt like he walked in on a very private moment, and that he should be apologizing! Didn't he know to knock before entering a room!? Okay, so there wasn't a door, but it was principle! "I saw enough to know that Daniel is one lucky man!" He said, still smiling and sitting down on the couch. What he said made me blush, and funny enough, made me feel less awkward, so I followed suit and sat on the couch opposite him. "So, Daniel's finally going to get lucky?" He asked to my great horror. "What!?" I said louder than was necessary, "what makes you say that!?" I asked, clearing my throat in an attempt to lower my voice. The look he gave me, was enough to answer my question. "So," I said looking down, hoping to hide the embarrassment in my face, "you just come back from Bella?" I asked, daring to steal a glance. "Yeah" I heard him sigh; I looked up and saw that he was laying on the couch, looking up at the ceiling, the expression he had while looking at the ceiling, told me that his mind was elsewhere. "Did she like the book?" I asked as I remembered that I sent him to the hospital with, 'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows' to give to Bella; as a sort of farewell present since she was coming home tomorrow. "Yeah I did..." He said in a monotone, still looking at the ceiling, "she loved it!" "Okay, what the fuck is wrong with you!?" I asked, unable to contain myself anymore. My sudden outburst cause him to sit up and finally look at me. "What the fuck Darcy!?" He asked, as if I had just thrown him over the face with water. "You've haven't been acting like yourself for the past few days and I want know why!" I demanded. "What are you talking about!? I've been myself! How can I act like someone else!" He retorted. "Don't try and be sassy with me! You know what I mean! Ever since you came back from the hospital on your birthday, to you've been acting strange and i wanna know why!" I said, lowering my voice, but still speaking sternly. He looked at me, with his mouth open to reply, then he closed it again. He sat on the couch with both his feet now touching the ground, looking at the ground with his forearms on his knees, and fingers intertwined. He looked like he was having some sort of internal conflict, before finally saying, "okay, you know that i went to the hospital as soon as she told me about having Jacob" "yeah, you were gone before the crack of dawn" I nodded. "Well, she was obviously having second thoughts about giving him up; I mean, you saw him, would you be able to give him up?" He looked up at me. I shook my head in response. "Exactly! But anyway, I was trying to put her mind at ease you know, and I had managed to convince her that giving him up would be what's best for him... Then I got ahead of myself and got completely lost in what I was saying; by the time I realized it, I was busy saying 'I love-" "oh my God!" I said excitedly, "did you tell her you love her !!? Please tell me you told her!!" I said excitedly jumping from where I was sitting, to right next to him. He looked at me, and then back to the ground, "close," he spoke, "I said 'glue'" "what?" I asked confused. "I said I love glue!" He burst out, standing up and walking across the room. "Why the fuck would you say that!?" I exclaimed. "I don't know! I thought I'd be moving too fast if I said 'I love you'! And I also thought that she wouldn't say it back!" He admitted. "And you thought that by saying you loved glued you were... what? Saving yourself !?" I asked, frustrated. "Yes! Kind of! Clearly I said the wrong thing because her reaction made it quite obvious" "do you blame her!? Holy shit, I'm not even Bella and I feel fucking pissed off!" I said, standing up and pacing. "Okay, okay!" He retorted again, wanting to have the final say. "I get it okay! I fucked up! And when I realized that I did .... I was actually going to tell her why I said glue instead, and then I was going to tell her that I loved her, but then the Freemans came!" He breathed out, running his fingers through his hair and then moving his hand over his mouth. I could see the worry in his face. "And then," I said in a soft voice, "what did she say when you got back the next day? Is she holding it against you?" I asked, sitting on the couch again. "No! She actually texted me later that night, well early that morning, saying she doesn't hold it against me and that she knows I'm going to say it when im ready!" He replied, but he sounded kind of down. "Well then that's good news isn't it!? So why are you looking like you just got hit in the face with a bag of dildos?" I asked, standing up and walking towards him. He wiped his hand all over his face, and was silent for a while before sighing deeply and then saying, "because I was ready to say it! I am ready to say it!" "So then why don't you!?" I asked, with slight enthusiasm. "Because..." He said, sounding like he was frustrated at the fact that I didn't know what was going on in his mind. "Because what?" I asked, rolling my eyes and putting my hands on my hips. "Because I don't want to just say it! I don't want her to think I'm saying it because that's what she wants to hear... When I say it, I want her to know that I mean it!" He said, and before I could say anything else, he spoke again in a softer voice, "I want to SHOW her how much I love her!" He placed emphasis on the word 'show'. I had a feeling I knew what he meant, but before I got too excited, I wanted to make sure of my suspicions. "By 'show' her," I said slowly, my heart rate increasing with each word, "you mean some sort of grand gesture?" I said, trying make my voice sound even. He looked at me with excitement in his eyes, "that's exactly what I mean!! But not just any sort of gesture, I want it to be the grandest, most original gesture of all! When i tell her, I don't want there to be any doubt in her mind that I mean it!" As soon as he finished his sentence, I had pulled him in for the tightest hug! "Okay" he said, as I squeezed him tighter. "Darcy! Okay! I can't breathe!!" He said, gasping for air. "Sorry!" I said excitedly, letting him go and pulling him towards the couch. "Okay, so what did you have in mind?" I asked, excitement boiling over. He looked at me as if I was a complete psychopath; but I was used to that look though. "I don't know, I think I might need your help?" He said, looking at me pleadingly. I was more than happy to help obviously! So Luke and I spent the rest of the afternoon exchanging plans; some good, some bad, mostly over done and cliché. "What if I hire a blimp and have 'I LOVE YOU BELLA' written in it?" He suggested. I looked at him and rolled my eyes, "fuck no! Its been done!" I said, mildly irritated by this time. How hard could it be to come up with an original concept!?

After spending half the day on something that we thought would take an hour; we finally agreed on something. "So, when you pick Bella up tomorrow, don't bring her home! Take her straight to the place we decided okay!?" I asked and reminded him excitedly. He looked at me, slightly excited as well, and nodded his head. Now we were both quiet, and a thought popped into my mind. Maybe I could ask him to... But that's way too embarrassing, I can't ask him to do that... Can I? By the time Luke had snapped me out of my thought filled, uncertain mind, I realized that I was blankly staring at the floor while biting my nails. "What's the matter? You seem worked about something?" He said, throwing his arm over my shoulders and looking at me. When I looked back at him, I instantly looked into his eyes. Looking at his eyes made me feel naked, made me feel as though he could read my mind and that he'd know what I was thinking before I even told him; it was because of this reason that I looked away and then played with the hem of my shirt again instead. "Whats the matter?" He repeated agagainkeeping my eyes and hands on the hem of my shirt, I began to speak, "well i- I was just thinking- well wondering- no fuck I can't ask you that! Never mind! Forget I said anything!" I shook my head violently, changing my mind. "no! Come on! Tell me!" He said, shaking me a bit. "Okay fine!" I said, my voice shakey as he shook me, "Fuck!" I breathed out; I felt so embarrassed to ask him this! 'Okay, its like ripping off a bandage!' I said to myself. "You know when you walked in and saw what you saw..." I said slowly; out of the corner of my eye, I could see him nodding, but suppressing a smile. I closed my eyes and said the next few words in one breath, "IneedyoutohelpmechooseaplaylistforwhenDanielandidoit!" And I opened my eyes. "What!?" He asked, confusion clear in his voice. I closed my eyes and breathed out again, but talking slowly this time, "I need you to help me choose a playlist for when Daniel and I do it!" I repeated. "Why didn't you just say that!?" He laughed as he spoke, "but don't you think James is the best one to ask?" He asked. I looked at him and slapped his arm hard, "are you crazy!? I don't want the other Janos to know! And besides, you're the most sexual guy I know, and you're the best person!" I said in an annoying whining voice that I hated. "Well, I can't say that that's true" he said cockily. I looked at him and rolled my eyes. "You better watch out with that attitude Missy, or else I won't help you!" He said sternly. Though it annoyed me to no end, I fixed my 'attitude' and looked at him smiling and fluttering my eyelashes. "That's better!" He said, and then for the next few hours we were busy making a playlist from the sexual songs that he had on his laptop.

*Playlist was: Sweet Love- Chris Brown... Sex- Chris Brown, Rocket- Beyonce (obviously)... 101 - Chris Brown... Like A Virgin- Chris brown ft. Tyga... Inside (part 2)- Trey Songs ...2012- Chris brown... No Bullshit- Chris Brown...