Confessions of the Lost

We All Fall Down

"Sammie," I heard someone sing, "Sammie wake up." 

I groaned and rolled over towards the voice; there Luke sat next to my bed, coffee and joint in hand, with a small genuine smile on his face.  

"Breakfast in bed," He said with a shrug.  

I stared at him for a moment before I pushed myself up into a sitting position, with my back against the headboard. I pulled my black comforter up over my chest and then grabbed my "breakfast." 

"I'll be right back," Luke said as he handed me a lighter.  

I watched as he walked out of my room, and once he was out of sight I poked my head under the covers. Underwear on, thank god.  Of course I had remembered what happened the previous night; Luke kissed me, but I didn't remember him staying the night, so I just had to check. 

I remembered that after the amazing kiss, we kissed some more, and then some more. Until the party had ended, I made out with Luke. He was an amazing kisser, and he really did have soft lips. The only part I didn't remember was why we stopped kissing, and how I got into bed.  

Luke walked back into the room carrying a piece of toast. "I brought bread from my house," he said handing me the food, "You don't have any food here." 

"Oh, I was wondering where the toast came from," I laughed nervously.  Yeah, I was a nervous wreck. I hadn't kissed anyone since Kyle, hell I hadn't even made a new friend since then. Now, I apparently had a new friend, that I kiss.  

I sat the bread down on my lap and lit up my joint, I wasn't hungry. "How did you get this?" I asked while blowing the smoke into the air above my head.  

"Vanessa is up, she already had it all together, I'm just the delivery guy." Luke moved my legs over and sat down with me on the bed, the butterflies erupted in my stomach at his touch. Last night's make-out session quickly replayed in my mind and I was sure my face was an ugly shade of red.  

"You gonna eat?" He asked.  

"I don't usually eat breakfast," I shrugged. I actually didn't eat very much period. I was never hungry, and we never had food in the house. Sometimes I would snack, but I usually just preferred alcohol or pot to fill me up. Yeah, I'm one of those lucky people who don't get the munchies.  

"Do you girls ever eat?"  

"Yeah, all the time," I lied. "Did you stay the night?" 

"God no, my parents would kill me if I didn't come home," he laughed. "I left around midnight after I got you in your bed." 

"Ah, I should have guessed by the different clothes," I said motioning to his attire, trying to change the topic, I didn't want to talk about last night because I didn't know what I wanted to do about it.  

"Yeah, I had to do to a wardrobe change," Luke said in a high pitched voice while snapping his fingers around.  

I laughed at him while he got up and did some sort of model walk around my room. He was wearing a plain white V-neck tee and dark wash jeans, absolutely nothing special, but he still looked good. 

"Alright top model, why don't you go make yourself comfy in the kitchen so I can get ready," I said and then gave Luke my coffee cup.  

Once he left the room I grabbed a change of clothes and headed into the bathroom. I caught my reflection and shuddered. Smudged make-up, ratty hair, and chapped lips; my signature hangover look. I really didn't enjoy the fact that Luke had just seen me like that.  I quickly showered, applied some make-up, and threw my hair up. I didn't have the energy to do much more. I exited the bathroom and made my way into the kitchen.