innocent {luke hemmings a.u.}

-5-

"Hello?" I croak.

"Did I wake you?"

"Yeah."

"Well then good morning, sleepyhead! Time for school," Luke says over the phone.

"Is it possible to still have a hangover from two nights ago?"

"I don't know, but you still have to get up. Second week of school!" Luke chirps in my ear.

"What are you so excited for?"

"AJ and Michael just officially started dating last night and I almost started crying I was so proud of him," he says, "Not really but still, you get what I mean. I was really proud."

I smile and wipe my eyes, "I get what you mean."

"So get up, lazy ass. Come open your front door."

"Wait-" my eyes shoot open, "like right now?"

"Yes, right now," he says and rings the doorbell.

I jump out of bed, looking in the mirror and immediately regret doing it. I stumble down the stairs and yawn.

"Shit," I mumble and see Luke through the window, realizing how tangled and messy my hair is.

"Let me in you fucker, I see you," he screams when I turn around.

"Fine," I scream and unlock the door, letting him in quickly before shutting it.

"You have to ask before you show up at my house," I say and cross my arms.

"Sorry, I just wanted to drop by and say hello."

As we walk up the stairs Luke laughs, "Nice ass."

"Holy shit," I turn around and cover my face once we reach the top of the stairs, "that's so embarrassing I literally didn't even realize-" 

"It's fine, I liked the view," he jokes and I hit him in the stomach. 

We walk up to my room quickly and I look at the time, realizing I have 20 minutes to get to school.

"Fuck, I'm late," I say and run to my desk, getting out my makeup, "Never mind, I don't have time."

Luke sits on my bed and watches me in amusement as I run around my room in a frantic state.

I turn around towards my closet and begin to undress, feeling Luke's eyes on me.

I turn my head and sure enough he is staring at me.

"Luke, stop looking," I giggle and he smirks.

"Not like I haven't seen you in your bra before."

"Wait, w-what?" I ask and he laughs.

"Friday night. In your backyard, you were so drunk it was hilarious. You wanted to swim so you started stripping and I had to carry you back to bed."

"You were the only one who saw me, right?" I ask.

"Everyone else was sleeping," he smiles.

"Thank God."

We laugh as I grab some sweatpants off the floor and a blue sweatshirt.

"It's super hot today," Luke says and I sigh.

I run to my closet and change into a off the shoulder white t-shirt instead and grab my vans.

"Better," Luke says, "not your best look, I have to say."