cake oneshots || book two

Call Me, Sweetie (E)

Credit: allxstars

don't fucking talk to me about the walking dead, i'm upset, i'm mad as hell, and i'm crying like a baby leave me alone

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Luke knew this would happen. He knew in the absence of parental supervision Luke's new step-brother would host a plethora of wild, high school parties, despite the law laid down by their parents and Luke's determined protests. He knew he would be kept awake all night by music echoing around the house and the loud banging of the spare bed on the wall Luke's room shares with the guest room, which is exactly the position he finds himself in at this very moment.

The loud banging started about an hour ago, and Luke was starting to wonder how much longer they could carry on without passing out from exhaustion. The deafening music originating from downstairs was echoing around his brain leaving him with a head-splitting headache and a desperation for some pain relief and a chance to finally get some sleep. After reading a few more chapters of his half-finished book, Luke decided it was essential he ventured downstairs, his conscience's screaming being muted by the aching inside his skull. He hauled his body out of his warm, comfortable bed and dragged his aching limbs down the stairs, groaning as he begins to fight his way through the crowds of sweaty, drunk teenagers into the kitchen filled with yet more high schoolers. Obviously the alcohol is in the kitchen. Exhausted from fighting his way through the hoards of people, and fed up of the strange looks he's been receiving; apparently wearing checkered pajama bottoms to a party is completely unacceptable, Luke grabs the bottle of pills and fills a (hopefully) clean red solo cup he found on the counter with water before pushing his way out of the kitchen. Luke finally reaches the bottom of the stairs, empty apart from a few drunken teenagers swapping saliva on the bottom step. He could practically feel his duvet wrapped around him once again, but before he could take one more step in the direction of his beloved bedroom he is grabbed by the arm by his favorite step-brother.

'Luke!' Jake slurred excitedly, raising his half empty beer bottle, throwing some in the air in the process.

'Yes Jake?' Luke sighed, looking longingly up the stairs to where he could be hiding from all these people in the comfort of his own room, safe from drunken antics and awful music.

'We're playing truth or dare!' He announces, doing his best impression of a game show host, 'You have to play.' He cheers, grabbing Luke tightly by the arm and dragging him in the direction of the stairs to the basement.

'Jake, stop. I don't want to play!' Luke calls over the music to his determined step-brother, who ignores the younger boy's protests and continues to drag him.

'Stop being such a baby! You're playing; it'll be fun.' Jake calls as he ungracefully stumbles down the stairs followed by a reluctant Luke. The pair reach the bottom of the stairs and Luke notices a large group sat in a circle; some Luke recognizes from previous parties, others from school and some Luke is certain just walked in off the street. 'Guys this is my little brother, he's going to play!' Jake cheers to the group, who all cheer in response, although Luke is fairly sure most of them are too drunk to understand. One girl in a short, tight black dress pulls herself to her feet (exposing her underwear to everyone in the room in the process) before stumbling in her high heels over to the two boys.

'He's cute.' She remarks, looking at Luke who is stood there with a frightened expression. 'How old is he?' She giggles, tuning to Jake who opens his mouth to speak, but closes his mouth quickly when he realizes he doesn't actually know.

'I'm 17.' Luke sighs to both of them, Jake nodding in approval and the girl giggling once again.

'That's so cute, you're so young!' She squeals, wrapping her arms around Luke's neck pressing her chest to his.