drive ♢ muke ✔️

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2 years later

luke and i are still madly in love; what a damn surprise.

we've had some spats of course; fights that would make us refuse to even breath the same air as each other. but they always end the same way; with me running into his arms and him sobbing and apologizing. the fights are what keep our relationship strong and real.

i even moved in; although there are days i regret it. it turns out luke's an early riser and for a solid month, he would wake me up at six in the morning, insisting that i do couples yoga with him.

but then again, it means there's a lot of frequent kinky butt sex that includes handcuffs that luke brought in from work.

"penny for your thoughts?" luke asks, staring at me fondly.

"my thoughts are fucking valuable. you can't buy them for a penny, a twenty dollar bill maybe." i waggle my eyebrows suggestively.

luke huffs and takes one hand off the wheel to reach into his wallet. he pulls out a crisp fifty dollar bill and throws it at me. "spill," he demands.

"i was just thinking about us. how long we lasted," i smirk at him, my eyes ogling at the money.

i didn't expect him to actually give me money.

luke rolls his eyes, a tiny smile on his lips. "i want my money back," he mutters.

"too late, you already gave it to me. it's mine." i state, shoving the bill into my pocket.

"fine. but you're using that to buy us both dinner tonight," luke mumbles.

"i thought we were eating at your parent's house?" i ask, looking at the side of luke's perfectly chiselled face.

luke makes a strange noise of destress. he starts bouncing his leg --something you really shouldn't be doing while driving-- and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

"i told you baby, they might not accept us. knowing my parents, they'll kick us out the second the words 'i'm gay' escapes my lips." luke says, looking extremely nervous and scared.

"it can't be that bad," i comfort, grabbing his hand and squeezing it.

"yes it can," luke replies glumly. "remember when you first met me? when i was a homophobic asshole? yeah, my parent's are ten times worse. they'll disown me."

"they can't be mad forever. they're your parents, they'll still love you," i press my lips to the top of his hand.

"yeah maybe," luke replies unenthusiastically as he makes a turn into a driveway.

it's a quaint little house; white and homey. it could
pass for that little cottage sleeping beauty stayed in with her fairies.

luke fiddles with the cross necklace around his neck and slowly turns the engine off. he gives me a shaky
look and i nod, encouraging him. he gets out the car and i follow him as he walks up the stone pathway to the front door.

"hey mum, hey dad," luke mumbles miserably when his mom rushes out the house to greet him with hugs and kisses.

"luke! it's been too long! you don't visit enough!" luke's mom kisses luke's face all over. she has icy blue eyes and pale skin.

"we called your church and they informed us that you haven't showed up for the past year." the older man who looks extremely similar to my luke states sternly. 

"oh rob, that hardly matters. we can discuss that later," the woman rolls her eyes, squeezing luke highly.

it seems like the man who appears to be luke's father finally notices me. his dad raises an eyebrow at me the way luke has done many times before. "and who may you be?"