Finally (A Luke Brooks Fanfiction)

Chapter 14

Skipping several weeks to Christmas. YAY, CHRISTMAS.

 23rd December.

7:48pm

 

Luke had come round really early this morning, so early in fact, I was still in my pyjama's eating toast. Great…

 Back to the point, mum had been out doing some last minute small gift shopping for family friends, basically people she'd forgotten about.

 So Luke and I spent the majority of the day messing around in my room, playing video games.

  (Oh! And Becky had also scheduled a sleepover for her and myself so we can check out each other's Christmas presents, Oh I guess I forgot to mention that Nanay had returned from Thailand like a couple of weeks ago and had bought me some souvenirs so I was really stoked for that.)

   Luke and I were messing about, He wouldn’t stop tickling me, and we all know where that ended up last time, so I threw my childhood teddy bear at Luke's face.

 Luke gasped and picked up the stuffed toy that had to be at least 16, maybe verging onto 17 years old.

 "Oh that is it. Say sorry or Mr snow gets it" Luke held my stuffed bear out of the window. I knew he was just kidding, but I couldn't help feeling a pang of fear shoot through my stomach, so I played along with his bluff. 

"Not Mr. Snow!" I mocked. "I'm sorry times a million. Please don't hurt my precious bear!" I slowly walked towards Luke.

  I pouted and put on the cutest puppy dog eyes I could muster, they weren't all that cute…

 As soon as I got within arms distance, I lunged forward, grabbing my teddy as I did so.

  I started to playfully hit him with it before throwing it on the floor in fits of laughter.

 In a matter of seconds, Luke's lips had crashed onto mine and we were backing up towards my wall. I had no Idea what was going on but I went with it. Soon we were lying on my bed with Luke's body hovering just millimetres above my own.

Every moment that passed felt more and more perfect than the last.

Before I knew it both of our shirts were off.

Luke had one arm rested beside my head propped up on his elbow while the other one wandered up my back.

 ***Luke's POV***

I planted kisses down the side of her neck. I really don't know what came over me. 

Just as I was fiddling with her bra hooks, the door flew open.  Instantly I sat up and there stood none other than her mum.

 The look on her face was priceless, and certainly not in a good way. I thought she was going to fucking kill me!

"Get yourselves dressed. NOW! I think it's best if you leave Luke." Her mum was so angry I was actually terrified.

I grabbed my shirt and slipped my feet into my red high top trainers.

"I'm really sorry Ms. Booker, I-" Before I could finish her mum cut me off.

"Just leave please Luke." she said a lot calmer this time.

I turned to look at Courtneigh who looked as though she was going to cry. It was so hard to watch.

"Ms. Booker, Please. This wasn't Courtneigh's fault. Please don't have a go at her."

I turned to Courtneigh "Courtneigh, I'm really, really sorry" I felt so bad!

 Courtneigh looked at me and then at her lap without saying anything. I glanced back at her mum then at Courtneigh before leaving.

  I walked down the stairs pulling my white t-shirt over my head, then out of the front door, closing it gently behind me.

 I made my way home, running my fingers through my hair contemplating whether to go back and explain, her mum was a very understanding woman, and she might not be so angry with me, Or Courtneigh for that matter.

I stopped in my tracks. I need a moment to figure out what I was going to do or where I was going to go.

I cut through the park where we filmed a few dare Sunday's, it was pretty empty out here today… People were probably with their families preparing for the holidays. I made my way over the bench and table that we filmed the blood and guts challenge and swung my legs under the table.

I can't believe what a fucking idiot I am. Courtneigh was probably getting flamed and I just walked out. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and decided to text Courtneigh to see if she was okay.

'To: Courtneigh

 From: Luke

 Are you okay? I hope your mum isn’t too angry with you… :( xxxx ' 

  

I didn't expect to get a reply straight away. And I didn't. After about 10 minutes of 'cooling down' at the park even though it was boiling hot, I decided I should head home.

'Hopefully by the time I get home I'll have a reply from Courtneigh' I thought as I miserably plodded home.

What a great fucking Christmas this is going to be. 

AN: 1) First off please remember I'm writing this as though it was last year, so yeahhhhhh :) 

2) Secondly, I know, I know. My updates still aren't all that regular but I'm really trying. Writing 3 stories all at once is a huge task and I'm not really cut out for all this multi-tasking malarkey. So as of now, I'm going to focus mainly on this one and get it completed. 

***** You may also have noticed the difference in the format of the text messages now. I wanted to make it a bit neater, I guess that's the right word? I dunno *****

And I know I say this every.single.fucking.time. But thank you all so much for reading this story and commenting and voting. It is so so so so so so so so so much-ly appreciate and It's so overwhelming at how many reads this story has gotten. Thank you for reading this chapter and all of the others and be expecting a new chapter within the next 43 years :)

Just kidding. Hopefully there'll be a new chapter before Christmas. HOPEFULLY.

That was a fucking long ass note. Jheez.