Just for media? || L.H.

If you had once chance

-Sammi-
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"Lucas Robert Hemmings, give me the damn phone!" I threat him. I was standing on one side of the bed, he was on the other side. Luke woke up as a five year old today, me having the biggest headache ever.

"Or what? What it's so important?" He asked, waggling my phone.

"Luke I swear, when I getcha I'll beat the hell out of your pretty little face." I said, crawling up the bed, while he sprinted away. I follow him around the room.

"Aww your lock-screen is cute." He whales off, standing on the kitchen. I walk over him, standing really close. And finally getting my phone.

I walk away, mad at him. When I was about to leave the room he stop me.

"C'mon Sams I was just playing with you." He caught my had and spun me around, breathing against my lips.

He leaned against me, our lips meeting. I shut my eyes close, as a moan scape my lips. He smirked, putting his hand in my petite waist.

"No, Luke stop." I breathed, weakly hitting his chest. I look up to his blue eyes, which were full of concern, "I don't what you to kiss me or touch, in a sexual way, unless we are on public. Just stop, okay." I told him walking away.

"Well sorry miss, I didn't thought it bother you. Not after what you told me yesterday." He said, sitting on the couch, taking his phone out.

I froze for a second, trying not to be bother by what he just said. I don't remember what I told him yesterday.

I spun around and look at him, he didn't even bother to look me back. He just shrugged. I started to heat up, "Could you quote what I told you?"

"Oh sorry I can't hear you over this screams." He said, opening the windows. As the screams became louder.

And we are back to hating each other. I don't get it, we were getting a long so well. What the hell happened?

"Could you please shut the freakin' windows? I am trying to do my makeup." I said, clenching my hand into a fist.

"Nah, I like it like that. At least they like me." He shrugged, scrolling in his phone. I spun around and look at myself in the mirror.

"Oh, Luke, don't scroll too much, you could get hurt." I whispered applying my mascara. "Dumbass." I murmured.

"What did you just said?" He asked, throwing his phone against the couch and standing next to me. I could feel his breathing against my shoulder.

"You could get hurt, dumbass." I said back at him, getting some lipgloss on.

"What's your problem, asshole?" He said back, I turn around, facing him. His lips turned into a thick line.

"What is my problem? The question is, what is your problem? Had a bad dream about penguins?" I laughed, waving my hands around. His face turned red, his eyes grew bigger.

"That's it. I'll be in the lobby meeting people that appreciate me. Join me, whenever you feel like it." He said, getting his phone and walking away. He slammed the door close so hard, making something to fall of his suitcase.

I was so mad I flipped the thing off.

This is stupid, flipping something off.

"Ugh, he is the one being an asshole. Everything was alright 'till this idiot ruin it." With that off my chest, a tear scape my eyes. I stumbled and fell to the bed.

Settling my my head in my hands I sigh. Why was I even crying?

Luke said asshole, that word brings back a lot of sad memories.