"Luke if you drew a fucking mustache on me while I was asleep I am going to cut you." I say as I open my eyes, wondering what year it is after that nap. I get up after hearing no response and head to the kitchen.
"That'll be five dollars sweetie. Also, it's rude to threaten your friends." My mom says as I stand before the kitchen table in bewilderment. Why the hell was a family dinner going on with Luke there? Why is there classical music playing in the background? Did I trigger a fucking time machine with that long ass nap?
"If you don't mind me asking, what the hell is this?" My mom sighs, clearly exasperated and gets up from the table to fix me a plate. Apparently my mom gets my dinner for me now. She throws food on the plate that looks unexpectedly nothing like puke and actually like a decent dinner. Well shit, if my mom can suddenly cook, no reason to question it, right? She sets my plate down next to Luke and I sit down with no doubt a questionable expression on my face. I turn to face him but he continues to eat and pick up a conversation with my dad.
"What the fuck?" I whisper just loud enough so Luke hears and finally turns to look at me.
"I was watching TV when your dad got home and asked me to help him cook and I've been forced to act like an angel while you slept for almost 4 fucking hours." I let out a surprisingly loud snort and everyone at the table turns to face me. At least I knew it wasn't my mom who made this food.
"So, how's the stomach after getting it pumped out?" I try to lighten the awkward aura but my father's eyes and Calum's both go wide.
"What?" My mother looks between my dad and Cal with fury buried in her eyes. "You got your stomach pumped?" They remain silent and I mumble 'shit', causing Luke to chuckle and my mom's death stare to turn to us. "Calum Thomas Hood, why in the world is your sister asking about you getting your stomach pumped?" Calum sighs and looks at his plate.
"Well it might've been the week old pizza I ate." My mom's tension visibly deteriorates. "But it was probably the tequila."
"GO TO YOUR ROOM!" My mother shouts and Luke looks visibly uncomfortable. So awkward that I almost feel bad for him. Almost. Calum hangs his head, looking to appear apologetic but it is definitely to hide his laugh, and walks upstairs.
"Luke and I are gonna go to the garage." I say to no one in particular as my dad is trying to reason with my unreasonably infuriated mom. I grab Luke's arm and drag him away to the garage.
"I cannot believe you talked to my family for four hours. Why didn't you just wake me up?" I ask as I sit at Ashton's drum set.
"You were asleep. What was I supposed to do, blow and air horn in your ear?"
"I mean, tapping my shoulder would've been fine but-"
"You sleep like a fucking dormant volcano."
"Weird comparison, but okay."
There is an awkward silence for a few minutes in which I pretend to assess the drum set and Luke lays on the floor, lazily plucking the strings of his guitar.
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The Swear Jar // luke hemmings
Fanfic~Excerpt~ 'I heard that Victoria! 11 dollars!' My mom shouts from upstairs. 'Put it on my tab, mom!' I shout back as the blonde boy smirks at me. His body is spread out over the big couch, his long legs covering almost the whole length of it. ~Summa...
