Leather & Lace ✔

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I twirled in my full-body mirror, straightening my kitten-print skirt.

❤ BABE ❤ : outside

BABY BOY ♥ : B down in 2

❤ BABE ❤ : Can't wait to see you baby

I smiled and slipped my phone into the waistband of my skirt. Giving myself one last quick once-over, I skipped down stairs and to Luke's car.

"Hi baby." Luke smiled.

"Hey babe." I said as he leaned over the center consol and kissed me on the cheek.

"last night was good." He whispered before sitting back down.

I blushed, hiding my face in my hands.

"Don't hide baby. I found it really hot." Luke said, most likely referring to what I called him.

He rested his hand on top of mine as he drove.

"but, um..how did you learn about that?" He questioned.

"Me..calling you....?" I asked.

Luke nodded.

"I..um.." I sighed. "Justin would make me call me that."

"What do you mean, Make You?" Luke asked, pulling into an empty parking space.

"we dated when I was 13." I confessed. "He wouldn't talk to me unless I called him that. We never talked."

Luke laughed, "That's my baby."

I smiled and undid my seat belt. We both got out and headed for the school.

"Do you want to get Starbucks after school?" Luke asked.

"really!" I squealed, looking up at him.

"Well, since you are so cute."

"I'm not cute." I pouted. "I'm punk rock!"

"Okay, you heard me yell that. You stole that from me." Luke said. "I'm the punk rock one and you're the cute kitten."

"M not a kitten!" I complained.

"Yes you are. You're my little kitten." Luke responded.

I pouted and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Come on baby. Don't be like that." Luke complained.

Setting his lips under my earlobe, he took advantage of the empty hallway. Of course we were late, what more could you expect with Luke Hemmings driving you to school.

I continued to ignore him as I opened my locker.

"Mikey." Luke whined, sucking on more skin.

"No. I don't want to be called Kitten. Justin called me that." I told him.

"Has anyone called you baby boy?" Luke asked.

"You." I murmured.

"Then, you're my little baby boy."

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|Luke|

"Starbucks. Starbucks. Starbucks." Michael quietly chanted.

"Calm down baby. You're getting your coffee, not that you need it." I said as we got out of my car.

"Ew. Coffee icky." Michael stated, his nose scrunching up. "Want hot chocolate."

"Well, if you calm down, you'll get your hot chocolate." I laughed.

"You're the bestest." Michael said, wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging me tightly.

I looked down at the blond boy, smiling at his smiling face. He closed his eyes, nuzzling his nose into my side.

"Come on, baby." I said. "Let's go."

He happily set his hand in mine, his glittery pink nails catching the light, letting me intertwine our fingers.

"Did I tell you that you look pretty today?" I asked, holding the door open for him.

"only like four thousand times." He giggled.

Wow I love his giggle, "well, I'm going to tell you a million times."

Michael giggled again, his nose scrunching up and his eyes closing.

"I love your giggle."

"I love your lip ring." Mikey replied. "Did it hurt."

"Not really. It was like a little pinch." I shrugged.

"I want to get my eyebrow pierced one day. Mara has snake bites." Michael said.

"She's the one with the metal skirt, right?" I asked as we got in line.

"Unfortunately." He sighed.

I laughed and he shook his head.

"I don't see how it's comfortable. Or how she didn't measure and make sure it fit through doors." Michael sighed.

"How would you sit down in it?" I questioned.

"ya don't." Michael said. "But she says its a first impression thing. Yea, get known as the weird girl that can't sit or bend down but knows how to weld. Great first impression."

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