White Noise {punk l.h. au} Sequel to "Colours {punk l.h. au}"

27

one of my new year resolutions is to be less up luke's ass but ik im going to fail that shit so hard

Today was Friday also known as: moving in day. I was beyond excited to finally start living in the new apartment. As soon as Luke and I get settled in, I feel like we can start working on fixing our relationship. I spent the whole previous night packing both of our shit up so we would be out of this hotel in a heartbeat. Not like Luke was complaining anyways because he got out of cleaning up his growing pile of belongings that was sitting in the corner of the room. I can only imagine what living with him full term is going to be like.

But the one thing I was the most excited for was leaving this cold as hell room once and for all, and finally sharing a bed with Luke again...hopefully. I wanted nothing more than to feel my body against his again. But hell, I'll be lucky if I even get a kiss. Which by the way, hasn't happened in like a solid week. I was aching for him in every way possible. Innocent and not. 

As soon as I heard Luke stirring around in his bed, I shot up from my own and kicked off the covers, "Rise and shine, we've got a big day ahead." I chirped, earning me a loud groan from Luke in response, "Movers aren't coming until 1." He mumbled without even opening his eyes. "It's 11:48, sleepy head. We need to be there in case they're early or something." I informed him.

That's what got him out of bed.

He forced himself up and grabbed the first shirt he saw and pulled it over his head. Next were his pants and then placed his snapback and sunglasses on his head. Meanwhile, I trying to fix my face and hair in the bathroom mirror, "Fuck me." I groaned at the amount of dark circles underneath my eyes. In the last three days we've been here, I've probably gotten 15 hours of sleep total, which was horrible considering I usually get almost twice as much.

"What's wrong?" Luke came into the bathroom to see what was happening. I reached for my toothbrush and shook my head, "Nothing, just my ugliness." I joked while putting toothpaste on my toothbrush. Luke reached up and brushed some of my hair away from my face and over my shoulder to let it flow down my back. I shivered from his touch due to the fact that he hasn't even looked at me for the time we've been reunited for, "Stop that, you're fucking beautiful." He told me.

I gave him a unconvinced look, "Yeah okay." I scoffed before putting my toothbrush in my mouth and started brushing my teeth. Since when were signs of stress and sleep deprivation considered beautiful? Once I was done brushing, I leaned over the sink to spit the toothpaste out and wiped my mouth. "Even doing that, you're attractive." Luke commented making me giggle. I walked over to the place where I set out today's outfit the night before, "Glad you think so." I replied. I pulled off my shirt without thinking twice and put on a sports bra along with a white t shirt. I shimmied out of my pants and pulled a pair of running shorts up my legs.

I tied my hair up into a lazy bun before stuffing the clothes I just changed out of into my bag. I grabbed my sunglasses and placed them on top of my head while slipping on my sneakers. I turned around to Luke holding both of our bags in his hands, "Ready?" He asked me. I nodded and tried to reach for my bag, but I was  instantly denied due to Luke's incurable chivalry.

"Come on, my bag is heavy." I told him still making grabby hands at the bag. "This is nothing compared to the several boxes of your stuff I had to pack up back in New York." Luke teased with a snicker. "Please tell me you packed the Justin Bieber perfume. I was dying without that." I said, being completely serious. "I packed the Justin Bieber perfume." He assured me. I felt a smile grow across my face, "You're the best." I replied as we left the room.