after the ceremony,
luke and i sat drinking lemonade,
because i was still quite embarrassed of my episode last night.
"dance with me," luke smirked.
"dance...with you?" i chuckled.
"come'onnnn lay," he whined.
"fine, one dance." i smiled at the glowing boy as he lead me to the middle of the room.
slow dancing with luke, wasn't graceful, he stepped on my toes twice, and i caught him counting his steps, but my heart still skipped a beat as his gleaming smile and two left feet.
"i have to pee," he whispered in my ear leading me back to our table.
i sat patiently, awaiting his return.
"i'm a terrible man, and a worse father." mr. dime said as he sat in luke's chair.
"just because tyler is a dick doesn't mean you're a terrible dad. my mom is a slut, and i'm still great." i smiled.
"i killed your child," he whispered.
"i would have hurt everyday knowing that child's father was with my mother," i whispered, "i wouldn't have survived."
"i'm so sorry." he whispered, getting up as luke reappeared.
"do we have any problems here lay?" he smiled.
"no, i was just leaving." mr. dime smiled, walking towards his table.
"you know what would be funny?" luke smirked.
"what?" i frowned.
"what if i told you, the room next to our favorite lovers was available?" he winked.
"why would that matter?"
"because we could, ya know, to ya know annoy them." he winked.
"luke will you do anything to get in my pants?" i laughed.
"possibly." he leaned in.
and that's when it happened, luke and i kissed, sober, in front of forgotten people.
the whole world exploded.
about an hour later and a 3 more glasses of lemonade, i was estactic. luke made me feel beautiful, he made me feel important, he made me feel like my feelings are valid. i don't ever want to lose that. we headed back to the room at the same time as the bride and groom and luke grimaced at them while i looked at the ground. i fell asleep, but an hour later the plaguing moans of the love birds was heard throughout the room.
"you know what this means?" luke winked
"luke..." i laughed.
"AHHHhhhHhhhH YEAAAAH JUST LIKE THAT LAY BABY" luke screamed and i tried to muffle my giggles.
"FUCK YES LAY aHHhH" he continued gesturing me to start.
"ahHhh aHhhH dAmN daDDDDddddDy" i moaned as if my life depended on it and luke tried not to laugh as his face grew increasingly redder as the two love birds stopped what they're doing and all we heard was shuffling.
"i think they're coming over here" he whispered.
"take your clothes off!" i screeched
"now now darling, if you want something say please." luke winked.
"no idiot we have to look like we were having sex" i rolled my eyes pulling my top off and replacing it with luke's dress shirt and fluffing my hair.
i quickly turned around and pulled luke's shirt off his head and ruffled his hair everywhere.
"wait one more thing" luke smirked and bent down to my neck, softly biting, hitting that one spot that made my knees weak and my breathing faulter.
"the perfect hickey" he smiled proudly at the growing purple bruise on my neck as i smirked and smudged my lipstick across his face with my lips as knocking at the door was heard.
"wait a second" luke whispered.
"hOldd oNnn" i screamed pretending to be frantic.
then we opened the door and the expression of poor newly weds was amazing.
"oh, er, uh, hello layla, we were just uh, wondering, uh..." tyler was going red in the face, but my mother cut her new husband off,
"we were wondering if you could keep your slut antics down a little by darling, we want to enjoy ourselves too." she smiled politely, but venom was laced in her voice.
"actually, luke baby, maybe we should be a little louder, maybe tyler is secretly getting off to it? hearing me call luke daddy ? how funny." i smiled and pretended to ponder in my thoughts as tyler grew increasingly red in the face.
"tyler, room, now." she muttered shoving him towards the door.
"i mean she can talk to you like that, because she's what 20 years older than you ? that's old enough to be your mother, run along." i smiled sweetly as my mother stormed off.
i shut the door behind me, and luke embraced me.
"i have so much respect for you" he chuckled into the crook of my neck.
"i feel like a bad bitch" i smiled.
"because you're the baddest bitch." he winked.
that night luke and i slept together, actually slept. nothing more, we were close enough to feel each other's warmth, but far enough to know we both wanted more.
