I woke up in a strange room. All the events of the day came flooding back. I curled up in the corner and cried. I heard a gentle knock on the door. "Paisley? You awake?" I heard Luke say through the door. I didn't respond, I needed a minute to my self. A few seconds later I heard footsteps slowly fade away. I cried for about 10 more minutes before Luke came back. He knocked again before just walking in. "Paisley? Are you okay?" He asked. I shook my head no and put my face in between my knees. Luke came over and lifted me up into his arms. He laid me in his bed and then crawled in with me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. I still didn't feel close enough I slid myself closer and wrapped my legs around his. He wrapped his arms around me and let me cry into his chest. "I'm here, forever." He whispered I tried to pull our bodies closer together, but there was no possible way I could get any closer to him. He pulled the blanket up and around our bodies making me feel even safer. I cried into his chest for about 20 more minutes as he cooed sweet nothings in my ear. Even after I was done crying I still didn't let go of him. "I have to go to the set tomorrow. If you want to come you can." He said to me.
"I'm going to stay here, of that's okay?"
"Of course it is, but if you need me call me or come to the set. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Let's get you a hot bubble bath running." He said I kissed his chest before untangling my self from him. He went into the connecting bathroom and I heard the rush of wAter spilling into the tub. He emerged from the bathroom a few seconds later. I got up and hugged him mumbling a thank you. I walked in the bathroom and saw a hug tub over flowing with bubbles. There was a fluffy towel on the counter next to one of his shirts. I slid into the hot water and immediately my body relaxed. I stayed in the water for probably pretty close to 45 minutes, before lifting my body out of the water. And wrapping it in the fluffy towel. I dried my self and pulled on Luke's shirt. I walked out of his room and down the hall. "Luke?" I called out.
"In the kitchen!" He yelled I followed the sound of his voice and found found him standing over the stove. I walked over and wrapped my arm around his waist and put my chin on his shoulder. "Whatcha doin'?" I asked.
"Making dinner. How was your bath?" He asked.
"Perfect. Thanks."
"Your welcome." He said. I kissed his shoulder.
"Need help?" I asked.
"No thanks, go relax."he smiled.
"You sure?" I asked
"Yes, wait in sec though." He walked over and kissed me. "We'll get through this together." He said after he pulled away.
"Okay." I said looking into his sparkling blue eyes. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I smacked his butt and said "go make dinner." He laughed and I went in the living room turning on the tv. I saw my favorite show 'Parental Control' was on. I watched it while Luke finished dinner. He came out carrying to plates. He handed me one and sat down next to me. "Babe, what are we watching?" He laughed. "Parental control." I said and ate my dinner.
We watched 4 hours of continuse parental control."it's 10:00 pm we should probably go to bed." Luke said.
"Fine."I groaned.
"It take the couch. You can have my bed." He said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." He said getting up to take me to bed. I stood up and walked toward his room. I got in to his room and turned around. I grabbed his face and kissed him goodnight. He walked over and pulled back the covers, I laid down and he pulled the covers up to my chin. I giggled. "Goodnight!" He said and kissed my forehead.
"Night." I said as he turned off the lights and shut the door.
I woke up in the middle of the night, screaming. Luke bragged through the door and ran over to me. He sat down and pulled me into his lap caressing my hair. "Shhhh." He cooed.
"Stay with me." I mumbled.
"Okay." He said gently. He laid down still holding me. I drifted back to sleep soon after, I was safe now.
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Loving a 'Degrassi' Boy
FanfictionLuke Bilyk or Drew Torres in Degrassi. Every girl dream guy, well my dream came true! But can I even call I a dream? It's more of a nightmare. Sometimes It's better to walk on your own.