Living With The Jensen's

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(Picture of Luke)

-Kate POV-

As I threw my clothes in my red luggage. Luke's words was clouded up in my mind. Jensen's...it sound so familier yet I can't remember them, it's this nagging feeling telling me that I should remember them from the moment I heard that thier house will soon be mine. But either way, family friend or not; the Katherine Hierette they once knew is dead..along with her parents, I vowed from that day on that I won't be naive as I once were. 

Living with the Write's family had given me enough time to learn to built up a mask to shield my emotions. I heard my door opened disruptting my peace. I turned around and saw Luke leaning on my doorway, looking intently at me. We made eye contact until I looked down at the mess of clothes spreaded all over my luggage. "There's something called knocking, you do remember that don't you?" I spatted out. 

To be honest, I felt bad for taking my anger on Luke, but he arrived in a bad place and timing. And I'm pretty sure him living with me for the past 3 years, that he knew better to knock before entering my territory. He gave a long sighed. "Look Kat, I tried convincing mom and dad about not sending you away, but I just realized that they have plan this months ago and just waited for you to take action" he explained.

I looked up at him. His eyes was red and puffy. "I'm going to miss you" he whispered. I motioned him to come forward as I also did so. When we were just inches away, I threw my arms around Luke, he was the only one who knew me, I couldn't ask for a better step brother then Luke. And with that I burst out crying in his shoulder. He warped his arms around my waist tightly.

"Do you know where does the Jensen's live?" I muffled in his shoulder. He gave a shaky breathe, "California" he said haltingly. This time it was my turn to gave a shaky breathe. If I go to California and Luke's in Florida...that's mean we're 15 hours apart?!

"I don't want to go!" I whined. Luke chuckled. "Don't worry we will still be in touch. Now let's get you packed up for tomorrow." he said. Letting go of me, I felt so cold when his arms deattached from my waist. I looked down and nodded. He patted my head teasingly and walked past me to my closet and took a handful of my clothes and placed it on my bed. And dumped the mountain of clothes on my lugage down to the down and folded the one's on the bed and placed it neatly in my lagage.

Me being me I just stood there and I watched, until Luke looked up at me and raise his eyebrow. "This is for you not me. Now help you lazy ass" he said with a teasing smile smacked on his face. "Oh shut up" I said sticking my tongue out like the little girl that I am.

For the whole night, me and Luke packed up, wait I meant help me packed up. We made jokes and talked about our memorable memories with each other. Laughed, cried, and argued if Justin Bieber was hot or not. Of course I won. He's so not hot.

I got wokened up by someone pounding on my door. Ignoring it, I cuddled close to my pillow. Just then a smacked hit my arm and I flinged my arm away from my pillow. "OUCH! What the hell pillow?!" I screamed and opened my eyes. Luke's brown eyes came in view. "You're getting that" he said pointing to the poor door which is still being attack by the person behind it.

I groaned and got up. I walked towards the door and yanked it open. "Hey mom" Luke greeted Claire behind me. Claire looked at me and to her son, then back at me. "You guys didn't.." she whispered. Her eyes widdened. So was mine and I have the feeling so was Luke. "NO!" we screamed in unison.

We made eye contact with each other and started making unessairy gagging noise. Claire rolled her eyes playfully. But when we made eye  contact her eyes turned hard and cold. Gez, good morning to you to. "Katherine, someone will pick you up in an hour from here." she said. I whipped my hand into my pockets and took my phone out. Okay. I sleep with my phone in my pocket okay? I mean, I know it's bad but common if there's a fire in the house and we have to exit the house immediately I won't be having spare time to grab my phone from the bed side.