You Only Live Once | lrh

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L U K E

"What about this one?" Michael lifts up a wrinkled Green Day t-shirt.

"You've worn it," I point out.

"Well, she's already wearing one of your worn shirts."

"Exactly. So she should get a new one," I respond, getting off the bed and going over to my bag.

"Fine," he huffs, sitting down on the edge of my bed. "Do you think she's okay?" he asks after a moment.

"I don't know." I pull out a black shirt that has medium-length sleeves.

"I mean, she even woke you up with her crying. And you sleep through everything." I turn around, and Michael shakes his head frantically. "No. Fuck no. You'll see through that. She doesn't have a bra, right?"

"Oh. Right." I remember yesterday and can't stop myself from blushing.

"What?"

"I saw her boobs yesterday," I giggle, and Michael rolls his eyes.

"Holy shit, Luke. You saw your first pair of boobs."

"Not true!" I gasp, blushing even more. I turn around to find another shirt, and Michael sniggers behind me. "Shut up." I can practically see him rolling his eyes. I find my jeans in my bag and yank them on. Once I'm dressed, I continue my search for an appropriate shirt for her. After about five minutes, I finally pull out one of my Red Hot Chili Pepper t-shirts and smile satisfactorily. I hear the shower turn off, so I go over to the bathroom door before knocking.

"Yeah?" she calls, her voice soft.

"I have a shirt for you, so, um. What should I do?" I ask awkwardly, not really knowing what to do or say.

"Oh, okay," she responds, cracking open the door and peeking out. Her hair's wet, her cheeks a rosy pink. She smiles at me before sticking out her hand. I give her the shirt, biting my lip ring nervously at the thought of her being naked behind the door. "Thank you." She closes the door, and I stand there for a moment, wondering how she looks right now. I blush at the thought, and Michael sniggers.

"What are you doing?"

"What?" I ask blankly. "Oh. Right. Yeah," I say, blushing as I step away.

"You want to fuck her, don't you?" he questions, and I scowl at him. "I don't blame you. She's hot."

"Don't talk about her like...well okay, she is pretty hot," I reply, chuckling softly.

"Luke?" I look behind me, and Ember's wearing my shirt and standing awkwardly by the bathroom door. I feel my face flush as I realize she probably heard everything we were saying. Her wet hair hangs loosely around her shoulders, and she brushes it behind her ear, blushing a bit. "Are you listening?"

"What?" I blink, realizing I hadn't been listening to what she was saying at all.

"She asked you for some pants," Michael snorts, whacking the back of my head.

"Hey!" I yelp, rubbing my head and scowling at him again. He just rolls his eyes and grabs my sweatpants from the top of my bag. He'd gotten dressed sometime when I wasn't paying attention, and I realize he's wearing my flannel. "That flannel. That's mine," I accuse him as he hands her the sweatpants.

"Thanks," she says softly, her eyes flickering to me.

"I know it is," Michael responds, rolling his eyes at me. "I'm borrowing it."

"No, you aren't," I whine, making Ember giggle.

"Try and stop me," Michael snorts, throwing himself on his bed. I huff and look to Ember, who yanks on the sweatpants that are clearly way too big for her. She bends over, rolling up the bottoms before standing up straight and frowning at her feet.

"No shoes," I comment, and she glances up at me before nodding. "You're too tiny for our clothes and shoes," I chuckle, eyeing the way my clothes hug her small frame.

"I am not tiny. You're just big," she retorts, a smile playing on her lips, and Michael starts sniggering.

"Wha—" I start, looking at Michael before realizing. "Ohhh." I blush, and it looks like she realized at the same moment that I did. She giggles, her cheeks tinted pink.

"You should compliment her, now," Michael comments, and I roll my eyes.

"Shut up, Michael."