My Famous Dad. (Pierce The Veil fan fiction)

Chapter Thirteen

A/N: My songs:

Do It Now Remember It Later- Sleeping with Sirens

Sweet Shop-Doctor P

Drunk-Ed Sheeran

Bullying and Suicide Song-Don't know the artist..

Lacy

When I wake up, Luke is still laying beside me asleep, his heartbeat calming. Our legs are tangled together as he's laying on his side with me pressed against his chest. One arm is around my waist and the other is under his head, sort of propping it up. My hands are on his stomach, my head pressed to his chest where his heart is.

I look up at him, watching as he sleeps. I lay there for a few minutes, really studying his face, taking a mental picture.

"Stop staring." he mumbles sleepily, opening one eye and peering down at me. I smile, shaking my head.

"Why?" I ask and he kisses my forehead.

"It's not nice to stare." he says and I giggle. He rolls onto his back, bringing me with him. One knee is on each side of his waist and I'm sat on his lap, sitting up right. I look down at him, blushing lightly.

"You're so cute." he whispers, reaching up and brushing his finger tips over my burning cheeks. My blush deepens and I hide my face with my hands.

"Come oooon. Don't hiiiide." Luke whines, dragging out his words. I peek through my fingers, giggling at his pout.

This has to be the happiest I've ever been. Luke is really the best thing that's ever happened to me. He can make me smile, make my day, and all together, make me giggle. He's like the dream guy I've been waiting on. Hey, maybe I've found him. Maybe I've found the one. I just really hope this'll work out.

"My nose hurts." I mumble, moving my hands from my face and trying to look down at my nose. My eyes cross, a concentrated look passing over my face.

"Sweetie, I don't think you can see your own nose." Luke says, and I stop trying. It hurts my eyes.

I look down at the smile etched on his plump lips. I have to hold myself back from leaning down and kissing them, a blush creeping on my cheeks at the thought.

"I know what you're thinking." Luke says, his face suddenly closer to mine. I can feel his breath fanning over my lips, the smell of mint prominent on it. "And I think you should do it or I will." he adds, looking in my eyes. I lean forward, pressing our lips together and letting my eyes flutter closed.

His lips are soft, warm, and welcoming. I feel safe kissing him and he seems to feel the same way. His arms snake around my waist, pulling me closer to him. My fingers tangle in his black, feathery hair, pulling his face closer to mine. Our lips move together, his lips parting and his tongue brushing my against my bottom lip. I part my lips, letting him in. Our tongues dance together, my body growing heated and every thought leaving my mind.

He suddenly pulls back, panting softly, brushing my hair from my face. His smile grows and I breath out a laugh.

"I've wanted to do that for awhile now." He whispers and I smile.

"You have no idea." I answer and he chuckles, kissing my nose. I slightly wince, and Luke pulls back, frowning.

"I'm sorry." he says and I shake my head.

"Its fine." I say, crawling off of Luke and out of bed, heading for my bathroom. I do my business, brushing out my hair and brushing my teeth. I grab the edge of the counter, leaning forward so I'm closer to the mirror. I feel something under the counter and I pull back, pulling at it. My razors come off and my heart drops. I stare at them as I fiddle with them.

The familiar itch in my wrists and my thighs grow as I stare at the pieces of metal. I shake my head, putting them back and walking back to my room. I see Luke sitting up, on his phone.

"Come on. Let's go downstairs." I say and he looks up, smiling at me. He stands up, following me down the stairs, and to the kitchen. Jaime, Dad, Mike, and Tony are all sitting at the island, eating and talking.

"What are you guys eating?" I ask, walking to Jaime's side.

"Spaghetti." Jaime answers, holding up his fork with some noodles wrapped around it. He raises his eyebrows, moving his fork towards me.

"What?" I ask, raising one eyebrow.

"Try it. I made it." he says and I chuckle.

"Just one bite." I say and eat the spaghetti. Everybody smiles at me and I take Jaime's fork and plate, running across the kitchen and sitting on the counter.

"Did she just steal my spaghetti?" Jaime asks, looking around.

"I think she did." Dad says, laughing as he looks at me. I take another bite before jumping down and giving Jaime his food back.

"Its good Uncle Jaime." I say, kissing his cheek.

"Well thank you darlin." he says and I giggle.

"Well, I'm gonna go get dressed, and Luke and I are going to go play in the snow!" I say, looking to a smile Luke.

"Dress up warm." Dad calls out as I run upstairs. I change into a pair of black skinny jeans, a Jagk sweater, and a pair of black Vans. I do light makeup before grabbing Luke's shirt and running back downstairs.

"Put your shirt on!" I say, throwing the shirt at Luke as I run into the living room. He catches it, sliding it on and standing up.

I grab his hand and pull him outside, shivering at the cold. Luke laughs at me as I drop his hand and run around in the snow.

"Its cold!" I squeal, picking some up and making a snowball before throwing it at Luke. It hits his shoulder and he fakes gasps, staring at me wide eyed.

"Oh, you're gonna get it!" he yells, chasing after me. I run away, trying not to fall as the snow builds up on the bottom of my shoes. I feel arms wrap around my waist and pick me up.

"I gotcha!" Luke exclaims and I giggle, balancing myself as he puts me back down. I turn around, facing him, standing up on my tippy toes and softly kissing his lips.

"Luke Thomas Hollow!" A manly voice yells out, anger filling it as I hear the crunching of snow behind Luke.

A/N: Aaaaaaand I'm gonna stop there! Vote and comment please! Dedications maybe? I think yes!

~Caitlin:)