the kink club • luke hemmings ✔️

16. the one where luke wants to rip the dress off.

chapter sixteen:
the one where luke wants to rip the dress off.

"I'm surprised you're not a bridesmaid," Luke says, sipping from his Starbucks cup. I shrug, fiddling with my fingers as I set them tiredly on my lap.

"I'm not."

"Are you still alright with going, though?" he asks me. "I mean, there's no point in getting a dress if you're going to cancel last minute."

"There's no point in going fullstop, yet here we are," I chuckle, somewhat nervously. Running a hand through my hair, I groan. "I can't believe I told her I'd go."

"You had no choice. Ashton wants cake," he jokes.

"Yeah, but now she's probably preparing ammunition for me once I get there," I sigh, pressing my fingertips to my temples.

He slides the cold drink over to me and I take a small sip, the liquid calming my thoughts, even for just a little bit. "You watch. The first thing she'll say to me won't be, 'oh, how are you doing', no, it'll be about how much money I get per hour and how many engagement rings I've probably already gone through."

"She thinks you've been engaged?"

"She assumes," I tell him, tiredly. "Which is why she'll try to casually slip it into conversation everytime she gets the chance to."

"Then buy a fake ring," he chuckles.

"What?"

"Mhm,"

"What's a fake ring going to do?"

"You may not be engaged, but you can act like you are." Luke responds.

"I can't do that," I sigh. "Because then she'll ask  me when it is."

"Tell her it's a private wedding."

"Just to have her schedule to see me at the airport before the honeymoon? What do I do then, buy a blow up toy from Octopussy and pretend it's my fiancé?" I scoff. Luke laughs. "I can't do that, either."

"Tell you what," he says, sitting up in his seat. I get ready myself, mimicking his actions. "I'll be your boyfriend."

"What?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah, sure," he says, shrugging carelessly, blue eyes twinkling. "I mean, the invite said to bring as many plus ones as you want anyway. Your fiancé will just so happen to be one of yours."

Still uncertain, I grimace slightly. "Not that I don't appreciate the gesture and all, Luke, but-"

"But no, think about it," he says, handing me the cup one more time. Out of the stress of this whole conversation, I take it, sipping unsurely. "I can put in a good word for you, make you seem like the best girlfriend ever. Won't that be enough for her little questions?"

"You don't know my sister," I say, shaking my head in slight amusement. "And it's not just that. I know you can do all those things for me- and you would- and like I said, I appreciate that," I stop, fumbling for my words. "It's just... won't it be... you know-"

"What?"

"Won't it be a little weird?" I ask, shifting in my seat. His eyebrows raise.

"How so?"

"Well, I mean, we're friends," I say pathetically, despite my mind attempting to sort through each and every careful word. Luke just chuckles.

"I get that, Soph."

"I don't know how to explain it," my shoulders slump as I lean against the seat. "And I don't want to make you answer her questions all goddamn night. And trust me, she'll have a lot of them."