Baby Project || 5sos

three || shan

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wey hey shan's pov and this chapta is so cute omg

oh yeah luke and shan's ship name is lush just so you know

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I glared at the electronic baby sleeping on my bed. It's been almost two weeks since I've gotten it, and Luke has done nothing to help me with this project. I failed my chemistry test because the devil toy wouldn't stop crying!

I laid down on the floor, not wanting to touch the baby or even move it, fearing it might wake up, I closed my eyes, exhaling finally getting some sleep.

Although, my nap was short lived because there was a sharp knock on the door, and the person, not bothering to wait for me to let them in, barged in.

I looked up, still laying in the floor, I saw him. Luke looked weirdly at me, glancing at the doll on the bed.

"I don't want to move it, be quiet, it can hear you, and it's sleeping." I whispered harshly at him, pointing at the door hoping he would get my message and leave.

He walked towards me and laid down right next to my petite body, he faced me, twirling a strand of my hair.

"Liz sent me here to check on you and Darcie." He said sighing, glancing back up the ceiling.

"We're okay." I told him, looking at the ceiling too. It was my favorite part of my room. I didn't change it, it was painted black but was decorated with glitter paint and glow in the dark stars. It helped me sleep when I was little, and decreased my nightmares so I kept it.

"Aren't you a little too old for princess astronauts?" He asked me teasingly.

"Aren't you a little too old to have stacks of apple pouches in your fridge?" I counter-backed smirking at his shocked face.

"You love apple pouches, so you shouldn't judge." He pointed out laughing quietly.

"Actually Marielle loved Apple Pouches not me." I corrected him. He frowned, turning his back at me.

"I am going to sleep, Renolds. I had a huge party last night, I'm tired." He complained.

"Yeah, your party kept your fucking daughter crying because of the loud music, so I didn't sleep at all too." I groaned angrily at him, elbowing his back.

"I do remember Marielle loving Apple Pouches, but you loved them even more, you stole her stacks and mine." He said, although I could barely here him since he whispered it so softly.

Soon enough, his snores filled the room, as his body turned around, and he wrapped his arms around me, interlocking me in an embrace.

I stared at the tall blonde boy, who started tormenting me ever since freshman year, I didn't see the arrogant cocky Luke, instead I saw my bestfriend, the one who told me crap jokes and made me laugh whenever I needed to laugh.

"I miss you, Luke." I told him, kissing his forehead knowing that he was asleep, he would never have heard me.

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I woke up with Darcie's crying. It was almost melodic to my ears, relived to hear that the demon toy is still working so my grade isn't going down any time soon.

I tried moving, but Luke's arms was still tightly woven around me. I asked him to remove it, so I can go rake care of Darcie, but he shakes his head, his eyes still closed hugging me tighter.

"Dave showed up at home, I lied Liz didn't send me." He mumbled, burying his face in my hair.

"Stars are bright, but the moon is brighter." I told him. It was quote, painted on my ceiling and also in my heart. Luke and I loved reading when we were little, and during winter, he and I would curl up next to the fire place and read each other poems.

I vaguely remember the poem titled, "Bright" by Shane something. It told a story of a moon being casted out by the other stars so he tried killing himself, and in the end, he was always the brightest out of all the starts at night.

"Stars are bright, but the moon is brighter." That was the quote we would tell each other when we were down before. It happened a lot, and the last time I heard it was when my sister said it to me the night before she died in the car accident.

"Always right, Renolds." He said, releasing me from his grip, and letting me feed Darcie.

"How the fuck do you take care of that?" He asked me, gesturing to Darcie.

"After Marielle died, I basically lived in Mrs. Carter's house and I used to babysit her daughters , but she died too." I laughed silently, my past was something I found humorous because it was all strings of death and loss. I was used to it by now.

"What do I do about Dave?" He asked me, cleaning up Darcie's diapers and throwing it in the bin.

"You know where the guest room is, Luke." I told him, knowing he won't go home whether I tell him too or not.

"So you don't want me to talk to him?" He asked, his tone angry.

"I didn't say that! I'm just implying that you're welcome to stay in the guest room." I said, trying to calm down, cradling Darcie in my arms.

"No, you were implying that I can't talk to my own father! I'm not afraid of him!" He yelled at me, stepping towards me, his frame towering over mine.

"Are you going to hit me now? Just like your father did?" I asked him, laughing. I could tell by his facial expression that he didn't expect me to bring that up.

"There's a reason why you have no friends, Shannen." He spat and left, slamming the door behind him.

His father was always a constant quarrel subject for him and I. I knew Luke enough to know that he will end up using the guest bedroom.

My phone buzzed playing a tune before I picked up, and answered the phone call.

"Hello? Who's this?" I asked the caller, silently cussing at myself for not checking the caller ID.

"I think you remember well, sweetie." The eerie voice told me, his sentence sending chills down my spine.

"We need to talk."

-oooh who is that on the phone

oh yeah remember they were bestfriends before so its natural for luke to have keys or become invited in

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