drinking

chapter 6

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The door squeaked open, and footsteps shuffled their way toward my resting body. Sleep was still pumping through my veins as the mysterious person poked me in the arm.

"Psst- Haven. Wake up," I heard a voice whisper, and I groggily opened my eyes.

There stood Luke with a beanie and some sweats. Before I could wonder why he was waking me up, I glanced up to the window only to see darkness and frequent cars pass by.

"What do you want," I groan, shoving my face back into my pillows. 

I didn't want to leave the warmth that welcomed me in my bed, and I certainly did not want to deal with the lanky blond right now.

"C'mon Haven, don't be like this. Let's go somewhere," he said, jabbing my back once again.

"What time is it?" I mumble, turning slightly around to look at Luke's face. 

He had noticeable bags under his eyes, and I wondered what he was staying up doing. Did he not go to sleep early today? 

"It's about one a.m., and I can't sleep."

"Well, I can. Good night," I turned my back to him, and I heard Luke mutter something about being lazy.

"It'll be quick, Haven, I just.."

I listen intently, and I hear Luke breathe in.

".. don't want to be alone."

I sigh, my eyes finally opening as I stare at the shadows dancing on the midnight walls. Before my body could protest, I sat up, running a hand through my bed hair. 

"Yay, Haven, thanks-"

"Quiet, Hemmings. I'm still annoyed," I playfully cut him off, rubbing the sleepiness out of my eyes before grabbing my glasses. 

Once I placed the glasses onto my nose, a sweatshirt was thrown at me out of nowhere. I scrunch my nose up, glaring at Luke, who just grinned, showing his stupid white teeth.

"Now you're awake," he laughed, making his way out of my bedroom, "It's cold outside, by the way."

Once I saw his shadow disappear, I throw on the sweatshirt quickly, dragging my feet across the icy hard wood floor. The garage door opens with a couple cracks, and I follow the sound. Slipping my feet into my flip-flops, I yawn, making my way to the passenger seat.

"You ready, sleeping beauty?" Luke smirks, as I climb into his car.

"Let's get going before I fall asleep," I mumble, crossing my legs on the chilled leather seat.

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The late night lights flash at us, as we drive through the deserted streets. Neon signs glow into our car like fireflies, and I instinctively raise my hand to try to catch it. As it fades away, I curl my fingers in and watch another one appear.

"Where are we going?" I murmur, still peering at the neon stained on my hand.

"I don't know," Luke shrugs, hands both on the steering wheel, "Guess I just wanted to go for a drive."

"And did you have to drag me with you?" I say, rolling my eyes.

It wasn't unusual that Luke would drag me to some random adventure in the A.M.'s, but he usually has somewhere in mind. I finally put down my hand, digging it into my crossed legs for added warmth.

Luke looked thoughtful as I waited for him to answer my question, before saying, "Are you hungry?"

I roll my eyes once more, thinking how my eyes would probably be stuck there with the amount of eye rolling I was doing.

"Great way to completely ignore my question," I mutter, before saying, "No, remember the Mexican food you bought me?"

Again, Luke ignores my question to state, "I'm pretty hungry, where do you want to eat?"

"Luke, you wouldn't be hungry if you ate-"

"McDonalds, great idea, Haven."

I cross my arms, grumbling about he ignored my statements for the third time, and he changes his course to the nearest McDonalds. When he approaches the drive-thru, I scan the tired worker's faces, who have been taking orders almost all night. We drive to the order board, and Luke shouts through the mic.

"Hi, great night, right?"

A monotone voice responds back, almost like all the energy has been sucked out of it, "Fantastic night, sir. What would you like?"

I stifled a giggle to the sarcasm dripping through the worker's mouth, and Luke continued to order his food. When he was done, he turned to me expectantly, and I sighed, looking away.

"I told you I wasn't hungry, Luke."

Luke gave me a more intense stare, gesturing his head to the mic.

I finally give in with a groan, and I told him my order. Luke gave me a soft smile before ordering for me. It was silent in the car as we drove to receive the food.

No music was seeping from the radio, the moonlight was falling onto my lap, and the sweatshirt I was wearing was practically falling off my shoulders. I shoved my glasses back up my nose, and Luke grabbed the bags of McDonald's and thanked the server, who, as I thought, was a man who looked drained to be here at 2 a.m. 

"Hold in there, buddy," Luke spoke, and the worker gave a weak thumbs up, and the car started back up, moving away.

The delicious smell of the hot meal was brought to my attention when the blond boy parked the car in the parking lot, handing me my portion. I gobble the cooking down hungrily, and I surprised myself at how far I have gotten into my burger until Luke cleared his throat.

I glimpsed up at him sheepishly, and I noticed he hadn't taken a single bite out of his burger.

"I'm not hungry, Luke," he mimicked, raising his voice up to imitate mine.

I let out a laugh, and I viewed the smile lines near his eyes when he laughed with me. With that, I continued to eat, chowing down on all the food he bought without thinking. 

Was I this hungry?

I probably look like a pig.

I shrugged the voices out of my head, instead filling it the scent of the burger in my mouth. Once we gobbled down the contents of the bags, we drove away in silence back to our house. I was lost in thought until the car jolted to a stop, and I viewed a familiar sight.

Wiping my hands of the greasy residue, and I hop out of the car, taking the trash with me. Once I made it in, I dispose of the garbage with Luke following close behind. 

It wasn't an uncomfortable silence. I think we know exactly what needs to be said, and what doesn't. And this exchange doesn't require words, when I walk into my room, and I take a last glance at Luke, who was doing the same.

 We both shot each other a smile and closed our doors gently.

Because sometimes, you don't need words to say thank you.

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