He Was P(L)uke

12

"Mom, do you know where my phone is?" Stacy yelled from her room. Lots of shuffling was heard from the second story, while me and Michael looked awkwardly between us.

"No idea, Stace." Her mom yelled back from the kitchen. "Ask your sister Brielle. She probably has it."

"Thank you." Stacy responded sarcastically. "Mom, Michael and Charlie are downstairs. Go get them some juice or something." And after some minutes Mrs. Hood was there with a tray of lemonade. I turned to look at Mike and saw his eyes getting wide, jaw dropping, and breath hitching. It was actually the first time in our months of friendship I saw him getting flushed.

"Charlie. How are you today, beauty?" She asked handing me a glass. 

I smirked at Michael and giggled. "I'm perfect here. Thank you, ma'am."

"And who's this cutie here?" She asked handing him a glass too. I looked back at Michael again and saw him hiding a smile, blush covering his cheeks.

"He's my friend Michael." I answered. Michael stretched his hand for her to shake.

"Oh, hi." She said. "Nice to see you, Michael."

"Nice to see you too, Mrs. Hood-"

"Please just call me Kate." She interrupted, moving her hand back and going back to the kitchen. And well this woman was indeed beautiful. She had brown wavy hair that reached her bum, wide hips but small waist. Michael turned to me with a wide smile adorning his face, as I sipped quietly.

"I'm in love with Stacy's mom." And I spat it all out. Me and Michael had to clean the floor after that. But he didn't even mind it at all.

-/-

"Dude, you better be kidding. That's my aunt right there." Calum yelled, holding his camera to his chest. "She's a married woman, with four kids! How the fuck- I can't even- Oh Lord. No- Holy fucks." He paced back and forth in the corner of my room. Michael was sprawled in my bed, hands folded behind his head, and a wide smile on his lips.

"Shush, Calum. I don't really mind if she has three dogs, two husbands, and a broken knee. I love her." He sighed, eyes fluttering closed. "Nothing can stop me. And please shut that camera down."

"No. Everything and anything can stop you." He said angrily, brows furrowing and pointing directly at Michael with his camera. "You're the worst. She has a motherdamn husband, Michael-"

"Shut up-"

"But you decide to fuck with her, huh? I-"

"Shut up-"

"I'm so stressed, I'm going to die in a year-"

"Can you please just shut the hell up, Calum! I can literally fuck with everyone I want! Even Charlie. Dude, come here and let's fuck!" My eyes widened, and Calum scoffed. "Even Stacy, she is fuming hot, but her mother is hotter. You too, Calum. Come with your lazy ass and just fuck me!"

"Dudes, chill." I yelled, both glaring at me. I rolled my eyes. "Yikes, if looks could kill-"

"You'd already be in hell." Michael spat angrily.

"Hey, let her speak!" Calum yelled, throwing his camera down, and quickly straddled Michael's hips. Michael shook his head and tried to push Calum away, but he couldn't.

And the first punch was thrown, colliding with Michael's chin. His eyes blew wide as he bit his lip until it began bleeding.

"Wait wait!" I yelled, both guys turning to me. "You guys, let me record this!" I tripped over the floor, searching for the damn camera, until I reached for it on the corner of the room.

"No, Charlie!" Calum groaned. "Do not film this."

"You're an idiot." Michael said with an angry smile. "You always film everything we do. Of course she can film." And with that, Michael threw a punch on Calum's nose. I stood up quickly, with a huge smile on my face. A normal 18 years old girl would not be used to that kind of stuff. But growing up with an older brother who loves bar fighting, and a dumb cousin who fights over everything... I learned to enjoy that.

"Idiot!" Michael screeched, mouth covered in blood as he squirmed. "You're an idiot! We could've spoken instead of having a damn fight!" Calum scoffed, and threw two more punches that made Michael's eyes flutter closed.

Calum stood up from the bed, breathing quicker than a lightening. His lip was busted, nose bleeding, and his ego was right on air. Michael shook his head for the billionth time, and sat up. "Why the hell would you fight me?" He asked. Calum shrugged, taking the camera away and shutting it off.

"I hate you so much. Nobody ever fucks with my friends or family. Do you hear me?" He asked. Michael spat his blood on his hand, quickly running it down his trousers. Yew.

-/-

And there's a moment in your life when you don't exactly know who you are. Be it at school, when everyone is giving a brief introduction of their perfect little lives (which seems to be more planned than Louis Tomlinson's parenthood), or maybe when you're watching everyone have fun at a party, shaking theirs asses and drinking. The last one was my case. Two days later, Stacy had asked me to go with her to this party they were organizing for ex-students. And guess who the fuck was there? Well every fucking kid from my school.

Calum's arm was draped over a blonde chick who was staring at me wildly, Stacy was jumping around with shots of vodka on her hands, and I was trying very very hard not to fall asleep.

"Judd."

"Me" I yelled opening my eyes, receiving some glares from everyone who surrounded us. "Sorry."

"It's okay." Luke said sitting besides me. "I'm a bit drunk." He hiccuped. "And I'm emotionally unstable." I chuckled as he smiled at me. "But well-"

"Guys, do you two want to play truth or dare?" The white chick who was on Calum's lap asked. I shook my head, but Luke grabbed my wrist and began nodding.

"Sure sure." He answered. "Where are we playing?"

"Anywhere. If it's with you, anywhere." She answered, biting her pink lips, and twirling a strand of blonde bleached hair on her fingers. Luke licked his lips lusciously, and tried to lunge forward. But well... Luke was my crush, you know?

"Nah nah. Stop it, sir." I uttered. "You have a girlfriend, Luke." The blonde girl, raised her brows and walked away. He rolled his eyes at me, and pushed me back with an arm.

"Judd, you have no opinion here, Mrs. Vomit. We both know I'm not Kiera's boyfriend-"

I interrupted rolling my eyes. "You're having her baby, dude. Of course she deserves a bit of respect. And I swear that if I throw up today, I'm blaming it all on you."

"Nobody will believe you." He spat. 

I laughed at him, almost judging the way his ocean eyes stared back at me. "I know someone who will." I smirked. "Liz, Luke made me throw up." I said with a squeaky voice. He stared at me with a brow raised, arms crossed. "Maybe your mom wouldn't like to hear that you made Harry Judd's daughter puke, would she?"

"Immature."

"Just like you."