Apartment 17B ◈

Six

EMMA

After midnight bowling and glow putting, we all got back home at around four in the morning. Calum was staying at Luke's like I have learned that he always does. I was exhausted, Calum was basically sleep walking, and Luke was also exhausted. Once we got to our floor, Luke asked me if I would help him put Calum inside of his apartment, since he really couldn't walk. Me being the nice person I am, helped Calum inside and threw him on the couch. I looked around Luke's apartment and it wasn't how I thought it would be. A loud thud knocked me out of my thoughts and I looked to my left to see Luke holding his head in his hands groaning.

"Are you okay?"

"I just hit my head so hard on the wall. Oh fuck that hurt so bad."

I couldn't help but laugh loudly at Luke. I mean I was drunk and it was funny as shit the way he said it. Luke lifted his head up and tried to get serious again, but I could see the small smile on his face. It was cute. Suddenly, he took his shirt off and threw it across the room, plopping on his bed a second later. I felt awkward standing so I slowly inched towards the door. "I uh, I should probably go now." I smiled, waved,

"Wait!" Luke shot up from his bed and walked over to me. I tried not to stare at his shirtless body, but it was a bit challenging. "Uh, before you go could I get your number? You know, just in case I get locked out of my apartment again. Or if you ever want to go drunk bowling and putt putting with Calum and I."

"Sure," I nodded my head and Luke handed me his phone. I typed in my name and number and handed his phone back to him with a small smile on my face. He thanked me and told me he would text me so I could save his number. I nodded my head silently and said goodbye to him before turning around and walking out of his apartment. I couldn't help but smile at how cute he was, but the smile quickly vanished when I realized that I have a boyfriend. I have Michael and he would not be happy if he found out I was hanging out with Luke and Calum tonight. So I simply decided that I would not tell him about this little fiasco that happened.

I quietly shut his door and walked to mine, struggling to open the door at first, but finally getting it after three minutes. Shutting and locking the door behind me, I sighed in relief and kicked my Vans off in the kitchen. I grabbed the bottle of wine that was in the fridge and drank what was left in it. Only two glasses, but I drank it straight from the bottle instead of using a glass like normal people would do. I got into my room, setting the wine down on my bedside table, and taking my leggings off. I took my sweatshirt off and got into bed, sitting in just my underwear. Pulling my blankets up to just below my chin, I leaned my head against the bed frame and drank the rest of the wine. I eventually ended up falling asleep with my arm hanging off my the bed and the wine bottle in my hands.
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I was woken up by a loud knock on my door and I groaned loudly into my pillow. I got up, rubbing my eyes and wincing in pain from the headache that came from my hangover. I sighed and put on one of Michael's t-shirts, not bothering to put on pants. I looked at the clock on the microwave as I walked through the kitchen, seeing it was already four-thirty in the afternoon. I had to work in three hours and I was not happy about that. The loud knocking continued until I swung the door open, revealing the last person I expected. My sister. "Jen?"

"It's about time you opened the fucking door," She pushed me out of the way and invited herself inside. To say I was unhappy to see her would be an understatement. Especially since she showed up unannounced. I hate to say it, but she looked great. Her long blonde hair was perfectly stick straight, her eyebrows on point; as always, and her makeup caked face was amazing; as per usual. I couldn't help but notice her expensive looking outfit. A pair of leather jeans, red high heels, and a very nice white shirt. I couldn't ignore her Chanel purse either. It looked like she came straight out of a magazine and it pissed me off. I'm sure her fiancé bought her all of this, it's not like she can afford it with the amount of money she jobs pays her. We were polar opposites; in looks and in personality. She was superficial and stuck up.