It's Monday morning. Yawning I get out the bed. Luke is still knocked out. We have a day off again. It's quite chill right?
Yawning once more I get dressed. Warm sweater and my black jeans. I put my hair up in a bun as I feel a pair of eyes watch me.
"Nice bum babe." I hear a sleepy Luke mumble. I ignore his comment as I put on the TV. Too tired to care I get back under the warm covers.
"Whatcha doing?" He chuckles his fingers ruffle trough his bed hair.
"American horror story marathon?" I say as Luke high fives me.
"I love you!" He cheers as I log into Netflix. We watch the first one as I cuddle against Luke chest. His warm lips brush soft kisses in my neck.
"AARGH!" I squeak as I close my eyes.
"To hardcore for my baby girl?" Luke laughs as he switches to the regular TV. He puts the Care bears on as I roll my eyes.
"I hate you Hemmo." I mutter as he tickles me. "Love you too Jul!"
We watch Alice in Wonderland and when it finishes gets Luke dressed. He puts on his black jeans and a Blink - 182 tank.
We eat breakfast and both make ourselves comfortable on the couch. Pulling a blanket over me I open my book.
I start reading the book as I hear Luke gaming. I ignore his weird noises and I continue reading. Bad words leave his mouth as I giggle.
"Have you heard anything from that magazine?" I ask Luke as he presses pause.
"Nope. The bitch thought it was true and didn't want to change the article or tell it was a lie." He says, it sounds like he has already repeated the answer several times in his head. Mm.
I sit up and look over to Luke. His blue eyes shoot in different directions. What is wrong with him jesus.
"Magazines like to tell shit you know?" He says and I nod.
"Yea and I like to read that shit." We both chuckle as my eye falls on his arm. Between a big red rose tattoo and a zombie is a new one part of his tattoo sleeve.
"New tattoo?" I ask him. He nods and looks down.
It is a pizza slize. This child.
"Why the fuck did you tattoo a pizza on your arm." I ask him laughing.
"Michael did it while I was asleep. I already punched him no worries." He says with an huge smirk across his lips, I chuckle.
"You didn't feel anything?" I ask as he shakes his head.
"It feels like tickling. I don't know. It doesn't hurt anymore. I'm either used to it or made from brick stones."
"You guys are absolutely insane." I mutter laughing and I jog to the kitchen.
"What did you say?" I hear Luke groan as he grabs my shoulder. He turns me around as he pushes me to the wall. He kisses me roughly while I try not to laugh at him. This kiss reminds me of our first kiss. It was at my home.
We talked after school about Luke not wanting to tell the truth, he planned hanging out with Joel and I had to show him how to find Joel's room. I remember how I asked him afterwards why he kissed me and how he laughed at me. How hurt I was, how I called Alex by Skype..Alex...
It's funny how it someway always felt right whenever I was with Luke, I never have been scared by Luke not his acts not his looks. He was hot, not even close to scary. Luke has always been just 'other' than the rest. I like him that way. I never got how people were scared of him.
It was just Luke. The boy with the problems. That tattooed guy.
He's such a weirdo. But I love him. And maybe a little bit too much.
"Babe." He mutters as his hand slips under my sweater. His cold fingers travail over my skin as I feel his warm breath in my neck. He leans in to my neck and starts sucking my weak spot.
"Don't try to hide your weakness Julia." He chuckles as his warm lips start kissing mine.
I chuckle again. I give in kissing his neck leaving huge hickeys. He moans as his head falls back. Another chuckle leaves my lips by the memory of Luke's art project he dedicated to me back in the day.
"Where are you thinking of?" Luke growls his warm breath hits my skin.
"Us." I mutter. Memories flicker trough my head. The time we had sex in my old room. The time we had a sleepover at Mike's and weren't allowed to talk. The time I stood in the crowd with his brothers. The time we went on tour.
The bad times flash faster than the good ones. I don't wanna think about those, the man Luke killed, the man who is or was after Michael. Mrs. Black giving me detention. I felt so bad afterwards. I was such a pussy back in the day. I think I got a wall protecting me for those feelings now, the wall who is right in front of me.
"Tell me." Luke commands.
"Just old memories. That you never actually scared me for example." I say. Luke laughs as he takes my hand.
"I don't like to scare something that's family." He says pushing his lips on mine. I break the kiss.
"I'm not your family." I chuckle.
Luke rolls his eyes as he lets go of me. Kneeling down he grabs something out his back pocket. Slowly opening the box jewelry box I see something shining in Luke's eyes.
I feel tears as he grins. Holding the shining ring up.
"Dear Julia I'm sorry for your art project, and all the other trouble we got into. But will you marry me?"
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Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Julia leaves her save hometown London for a new life in Sydney. She doesn't want to but her mom is getting a job there. She and her brother go to a new school and get new friends. But that one guy...that one guy...just keeps distrac...
