"Scoot over." Luke groans.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I wake up as Luke is getting under my covers.
"Mike is fucking Celeste Patterson and I'm tired." He whined.
"There is a couch." I shove him.
"Im a guest. You sleep on the couch." Luke scoffs.
"You practically live here, seriously?" I shift but nearly fall out of the bed before Luke grabs me and pulls me closer to him.
"Stop moving." He yawns and shuts his eyes.
"You want to let me go?" I ask.
"I'd love to but then you're going to fall and I don't want to be interrupted during my sleep." He keeps his eyes closed.
I stay silent and kinda just stare at him, well what I can see of him with the moonlight shining through my window.
"This is the most nonthreatening version I have ever seen of you." I point out.
"Don't get used to it. I'm desperate." he sighs.
"I know you are, I've seen your last girlfriends." I bring up.
Maybe I can annoy him out.
"At least I can get to a dating status." He grinned.
Ouch.
I got out of his grip and got out of my bed. I walked over and turned the lights one.
"Get out." I sternly said.
"What? Come on!" He groans and pulls the pillow over his head.
"Get out of my bed. Get out of my room. Get out of my life." I rip the pillow from him.
"You're psycho, you know that?" he snaps at me.
"You're my stressor." I bite back.
"Stressor?" He asks before he was up pushing me against the wall.
"Listen up, princess. I am not the reason for your stress. I am not your—"
"Then what are you?" I cut him off.
"I'm not having this conversation with you." He walks out of my room.
Can he be any more vague?
