cliché [l.h]

10. shirt

sienna

"you know what?" luke whispered clutching his bottle of beer, eyes glued to the re-runs of 'the simpsons' playing on the tv.

calum was lightly snoring on the sofa and if you really listened you could faintly here michael murmuring to himself in his sleep. luke and i were sitting on the floor, propped up against the back sofa, legs and arms touching.

for most of the night luke had been tapping away at his phone and talking to girls, it had driven me absolutely crazy. he had barely looked me in the eyes and despite our close proximity we had not uttered a word to each other since the other two had fallen asleep.

i didn't trust myself, i was too drunk and tired to think, let alone think about luke.

"what?" i whispered in return, my voice barely audible.

"i don't like sarah"

"what?"

"i said i don't like sarah"

"isn't she the girl you've been texting?"

"yeah"

"well then why were you texting her?"

he just turned to look at me, whispering something under his breath.

"what?"

"nothing, no reason" i sighed at his stupid reluctance.

"okay so why d'you hate her"

"she only wants me cos i'm rich" we were both slightly slurring our words and letting the alcohol talk.

"and probably because you're hot too" i said matter-of-factly, too drunk to be embarrassed about my blunt comment. i saw his face turn red out the corner of my eye but neither of us turned to look at the other.

"yeah right" he scoffed "girls only want me because i'm rich, i have connections and they want their 15 minutes of fame, they'd fuck me if i was a gorilla"

"that would be gross" i said after a second, taking in what he said.

"and illegal" he added promptly.

both of our voices were still hushed in fear of waking the other two.

we both resumed watching the television is silence.

"sienna?"

"yeah?"

"you're hot too by the way"

i just giggled in response, something i do a lot of while i'm drunk.

"i'm being serious sie, mikey used to have a calendar of you on the bus, is that weird? i wasn't meant to say anything but i just did...oops. don't tell anyone that i told you, it's under his bed right now so just say you found it"

"you're kidding..."

"i'm deadly serious"

with that i jumped up from our spot and rushed to mikey's room, picking up the mattress and finding the folded calendar in the corner of the bed frame.

i opened it up and was met with a series of absolutely mortifying pictures of me posing in bikinis, i wanted to vomit at the sight but instead i burst into laughter. luke stumbled into the room, confused and slightly disorientated, before seeing what was in my hands and cursing under his breath.

he stayed by the doorway, watching me hunched over with laughter and i think he may have even chuckled once or twice- definitely cracking a smile at the very least.

after a few minutes in which had recovered, silence filled the room. he walked over to me, coming closer than he maybe should have, our eyes locked and breaths unsteady. luke's arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me close so that our bodies were pressing against each other. his hands gently caressed my jaw, guiding my face upwards to look at his.