How Far is Too Far? (boyxboy)

How Far is Too Far ~ Chapter Seven ~

Okay, so it's getting close to Halloween, the crew's going to be getting ready for a big Halloween party! YAY!  Oh, and this chapter's more serious, because Luke thinks that he's going insane :PPoooor Lukey-kins.

Enjoy~

The picture on the side is a picture of Luke!

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Luke's POV

I sighed loudly, groaning a little in annoyance.  Let's go over the facts.  I was crazy, had anincest dream about my sexy brother, and now I have to listen to a Skank McSlut Whore being eaten out a few rooms over.  The facts are: My life sucks.

Something warm and fuzzy was snuggling it's way up my shirt, and for a frantic moment I thought it could've been Kira.  ... What?  Don't give me that look, the kid's a little too excited about snuggle time.  I pulled my hands off my face and looked into the amber eyes of my cat.  "Hi, D'artagnan." I said, and ruffled the fur on his head.

D'artagnan purred and rolled around, his long claws extending.  He let out a snakelike hiss and growled affectionately at me. 

I sighed again and sat up, pushing the large cat off of my stomach.  I looked into the mirror and pushed at my face, trying to figure out what was wrong with me.  Why would I have a dream about my brother?  Why would I have a dream that Ryan, as insanely cute as he is, would ask me out?  Why would Leo...

Stop it, brain.  You suck today, and I hearby disown you.  Go find a dismembered body to control.  WAIT, I lied.  Stay with me so I won't be a vegetable, kay?

I threw my long legs over the side of the bed, shoved D'Artagnan off, and stood up.  I stretched lazily and walked out into the hallway, smacking right into a very sweaty Gabe. "Watch it." I snapped, no longer in the mood to play his games.

"Who kicked you in the crotch?" he said sarcastically.

I glared and stalked around him.  "Go wash off that infected vagina smell, it's making me sick to my stomach."  I felt his hand on my wrist and growled. "Let go!"

"Why are you being such a douche today?"

"I said let go."  I said, feeling the skin around my wrist grow hot with his touch.  "I don't want to talk about it."

Gabrial's grey eyes narrowed and he stared directly at me.  I felt like a rabbit trapped under his gaze.  "Luke."

"Gabrial." I replied, mimicking his tone.  I wrenched my wrist out of his grip and glared at him.  "I don't know what the hell you're trying to prove, bringing all of these sluts into the house, but you're ruining Kira's mind.  We all get it, you have a dick and girls have pussies, but you need to reign in your hormones for two and a half seconds and just get over yourself!" 

He stared at me as though I had lost my mind.

"Fuck this," I snapped. "I'm leaving."  I turned around and stalked down the hallway, catching sight of my reflection in the mirror.  My black hair was messed just slightly, and high patches of red were coloring my cheeks.  I looked away, knowing that my usually ocean blue eyes were more like the color of ice.  Yeah... in our family, eyes change color with moods.  Weird, right?

Kevin was sitting at the island counter in the middle of the kitchen, eating a piece of toast and reading a book.  He looked up when I stormed in and wiped the crumbs off his lap.  "Luke, where are you going?"

"Out," I replied with a grimace.  I looked up at him and felt guilty about the harsh tone.  "Sorry Kev, I'm just not in the mood to deal with people around here."