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i wasn't kidding when i said i regretted letting luke come over. If i insisted on saying 'no' then i wouldn't be sprawling on the floor while i was on my onesie, desperately trying to convince mum that luke's nothing but trouble.

mum laughed, putting a hand on her stomach and wiping a good number of tears on her eyes. she didn't believe me, she said that i should fix things with hemmings and frolic around while being in love with each other. i tried not to gag, really.

because the thought of luke and me being together will just be a mess.

meanwhile, luke was inside my room no matter how many times i told him to stay the fuck away from my room 'cause if he does, i will not hesitate to cut off his little friend below.

"come on, max, it's not gonna be that bad. it's only for one night." luke shouted from my room. i'm guessing he heard my desperate pleas to mum, i didn't really care.

to be honest, i really wanted to believe him that it's just going to be one night but this had happened before and i didn't exactly like that sort of situation happening again. luke told mum that it's just going to be one night and mum immediately agreed – wow, it's like he's the true child of the meeks – then it turned into a week because his mum and jack are out of town and eventually it almost turned into a month if i didn't threaten to tear his lip ring with my hand he's sleeping.

"maxine, it won't turn into a month again." mum reassured me and it made my frown disappear and was replaced by a cheeky grin.

i quickly stood up from my begging position on the floor and kissed mum on the cheeks multiple times and hugged her tightly.

"okay, okay. now you better go and entertain your pretty boyfriend. wouldn't want to bore him, would we?" mum smiled at me and bumped her waist with mine and because i was unprepared, i almost fell to the ground.

"jesus, mum, don't do that." i laughed as i shook my head and balanced myself.

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upon entering my mini heaven called my room, the sight of a shirtless luke hemmings greeted me.

i didn't really scream or anything, this doesn't faze me anymore. if you have an annoying and persistent motherfucker who acts like everything's alright with between the two of you, you're just going to get used to it, really.

instead, i rolled my eyes and chucked a pillow at him. "put a shirt on, luke. what the fuck." i mean, it was a mouth-drooling scene where the angels were there beside him, singing a peaceful hymn and i just wanted to lick – whoa, no, let's stop. i'm disgusted with myself for thinking this.

he caught the pillow and set it beside him, smiling at me. god, stop smiling at me! it's like jesus is showering me with blessings right now.

"what do you want to do?" he asked me, patting the space in front of him. i tried not to smile at the small gesture but failed, which made luke's grin bigger that i wanted to ask if his face is alright because he's been smiling for the past few minutes.

i complied with him and he buried his face on the crook of my neck, his breath making me shiver from time to time as his arms wrapped around me. i reminded myself that he is still shirtless.

i missed this.

i miss him.

"princess, i asked you what you wanted to do and you just stared at the wall – which would also be a pretty good thing to do, actually." he chuckled, his lips brushing the side of my ear. i bit my lip. chill, me, you can do this without kicking him where the sun doesn't shine.

"o-oh, uhm, we can. . . uh, i don't. . . y-you choose. . . what we. . . uh, do. ." i squeezed my eyes shut because what the fuck was that? i couldn't even finish a simple sentence without making a fool of myself.

i stood up, stumbling in the process. "it's h-hot, so i'm gonna. . . change." i cringed at myself because i just wanted to ask myself why i am like this. also, the dinosaur onesie that i was wearing is actually hot and i was sweating, the situation with luke didn't help.

luke nodded slowly and his eyebrows were furrowed, probably because i was being weird and suddenly his face turned blank, and i couldn't read it at all.

i cleared my throat and rummaged through my cabinet, trying to find something comfortable to wear. luke was probably scanning through netflix or my collection of cds and deciding what to watch.

i grabbed an old and big t-shirt that used to be luke's and i smiled as i inspected it, it was a wrinkled red the killers shirt that reached my knees and it was honestly a cute one. i folded it neatly and grabbed a distressed denim shorts that was messily lying on the heap of clothes inside my cabinet.

rushing to the bathroom, i unzipped my onesie that zaye bought for my seventeenth birthday and i hugged her really tight – basically i suffocated her – because i was too broke to buy it. heck, i am too broke to buy anything, i'm surprised i'm still alive at this point.

i quickly wore the red shirt that still completely smelled of luke hemmings all over it and i didn't know if it was a good or bad thing because all the memories that we had done suddenly played inside my head. putting on the shorts, i thought of him and how he played with my hair and looked at me with so much admiration and love, it was the best feeling in the world, having someone that loves you just as much as you love them.

i awkwardly got out of the bathroom and shut the door quietly. luke turned his head to me and smiled warmly – he finally put on a shirt and i was thankful for that since my speaking skills would work normally now – then, he scanned my body, his tongue playing with his lip ring. i laughed and he shifted in his seat, grabbing the pillow that i threw at him earlier and placed it on his lap, his cheeks reddening.

"damn, i'm one lucky man, aren't i?" luke mumbled under his breath and it made me fiddle with the hem of my – well, his – shirt and boldly decided to sit in front of him.

i stared at his eyes that were so blue that i felt my sins being washed away, quite literally because thirty minutes ago, i was thinking about wanting to lick luke hemmings' abdomen.

"luke, did i ever tell you that your eyes are. . ." i paused, looking at the clock behind him that read 7:02 p.m., he let out a shaky breath and he cupped my cheeks with his hand while the other brought me closer to him. "so fucking blue?" i continued and he smiled at me, the proximity between us becoming less and less until our foreheads met.

"i've been told, babygirl." he smirked and kissed me on the tip of my nose, making me scrunch my nose and hit him playfully on his chest as i rolled my eyes. he laughed, giving me another kiss on the edge of my lips. i turned my back and leaned on him, looking at the smart tv that showed the movie poster of happy feet.

i looked up at him and he raised his eyebrows, "what? i like this movie, okay? jeez."he said defensively and rubbed his nape. i knew that he likes this movie, remembering his passion for penguins which – as i have said before – is really cute.

"luke?" i called, tilting my head and resting my head on his shoulder. he hummed, telling me to continue as he planted butterfly kisses on my neck and on the back of my neck.

my mouth turned into a grin, trailing kisses on his jaw, "you're so annoying and you sort of make me want to punch you in the face."

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lustrid ??? ?? ? is that a good name omg

or is lastrid more punk rock ?

lastrif ftw man im single so writing this slightly hurts but i remember that i have four crazy australian idiots and now im not so sad anymore lol k boo

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