The Space Between Us

Man handled once again (10)

I get out of my car and who do I see? I see Luke. I jump out of my car and try my best to get inside but Luke grabs me and throws me over his shoulder. I scream and I scream until I see Nate. He comes outside with a frying pan and a kiss the cook apron.

Wham! I see the pan hit Luke in the head.

"Sorry dude that was an accident."I hear him mumble.

Nate then jumps on Luke and starts punching him. Luke hasn't even gotten a punch in, when Nate picks up the pan and hits him once again.

"That time it wasn't." He says a little louder.

Nate picks me up and takes me to the house. He grabs a medical bag and checks me over. He's still checking me over when Peyton, Alex, Joe and Noah walk in.

"Why is Luke out there unconscious in our driveway?" Peyton yells.

"Because he tried to take Isabella."

"What did you exactly hit him with?" Joe ask.

"My good frying pan."

"Boys get Luke and put him in the guest room. Get a pack of peas for him too." Peyton says, taking charge.

"You do know that they used to date. Right?"

"No not exactly, I just saw him, and then I saw Isabella being thrown over his shoulder."

"Well Joe throws me over my shoulder all the time. That doesn't mean Isabella hits him with a frying pan for goodness sakes." She says with an eye roll.

We're sitting there when we hear a bang from upstairs. I guess Luke's up. We all go up the the guest room. We see him wobbling around, but when he looks at me he stops wobbling. We stare into each other eyes for a moment until someone coughs.

"Muffin, what happened it feels like I got ran over."

"Wellllll-Natethoughtyouwereattackingmesohehityouwithafryingpan." I rush out.

"Can you say that slower, I can't understand your gibberish."

"Well, Nate...-thought...-"

"Not that slow, just like a regular sentence."

"Well, Nate thought you were attacking me, so he hit you with a frying pan." I chuckle. Then everyone starts to laugh; except Luke. I mean you have to laugh. If someone gets hit by a frying pan. He gives us all glares, pushes Nate on the way down, and walks out; slamming the door behind him.

"What got his panties in a wad?"

"Like the nice little doggies Joe and Noah are they follow Luke. Always taking commands. I wish someone would teach them different. That if their "master" gets hit with a frying pan, and walks out; he's ok. Not that it would matter." I say aloud.

"But if you were that "doggie" would you follow him?" Alex ask.

"No."

Yes....