Why Me?

Chapter 11

When I woke up, I was lying on my bed. How did I get here? I wondered. Luke must've brought me up here. I went to get up, until I realized where Luke was. He head fallen asleep with his head resting on my head and my hand in his. I looked over at the time. 12:30 p.m. I laid back down and fell asleep.

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I woke up to the sound of a car. I looked for Luke to see if it was him leaving. He was still laying on my stomach. I smiled at how cute he looked.

Wait a minute.

Oh no.

No, this can not be happening.

I heard two car doors close and two people started to walked towards the door. I shot up in my bed, waking Luke up.

"Babe, what's wrong?" he asked. Before I could answer, we heard the door open and my parents voices downstairs.

"Luke, hide in the bathroom!" I whispered. He quietly got up and walked to the bathroom. We heard my parents voices coming up the stairs. "Hurry!"

Luke hid himself in the shower with the curtains closed just in time. My parents walked in moments later.

"Hi, sweetie," my dad said. "How are you?"

"Good," I answered. "Where did you guys go?"

"Oh," my mom said looking at my dad. He gave her a look. "We'll tell you tomorrow," she finally said. "Right now, we are really tired. We're going to bed. Goodnight sweetie." They both kissed the top of my head and went to their room. I waited until I could hear the snores of my father before I went to go get Luke.

"That was really sketchy," Luke said, coming out of the shower.

"What was?" I asked.

"The fact that they wouldn't tell you where they were."

"Oh."

"Yea."

We walked back to my bed and turned my TV on. We weren't tired since we slept the whole day. I switched it to the movie channel. The movie playing right now was Titanic, my favorite.

"This one's my favorite," I said.

"It's not a bad movie."

I looked over at him.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," I answered. "I just didn't think you, Luke Hemmings, would like a movie like this one."

"What's wrong with liking this movie?" he asked, smiling at me.

"Nothing," I answered. He poked my stomach multiple times, making me laugh uncontrollably. "Luke stop! My parents might wake up."

"Sorry," he said as he stopped. "Your laugh is just so cute." He kissed the top of my head.

"I hate my laugh," I replied.

"What? How?"

"I don't know. I just don't."

"Well I do. So keep laughing."

Luke is just too cute.