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opals pov

   oh my god, remind me to never ever drink again.. i have the worst headache. and hitting the ground didn't help.

  the morning after. the day everyone regrets everything. the day people throw up, cry, buy pregnancy tests, and cry.

    my music is still blaring dessa so i shut it off. i walk over to my door and open it up, a large body falls on the ground in my room as i shriek loudly.

  "hey opal.." he says groggily. damn i love that voice. but what the fuck, was he there all night?

  "luke? cmon get up." i say helping him up onto my bed, he immediately spreads his arms and legs, cuddling into the large blanket.

  i run down the stairs, over all of the red solo cups and into the kitchen to get some advil. to my luck there was ashton, drinking a glass of water.

   "hey babe" he says looking at me up and down. oh fuck i forgot to twist my hair last night.

   "are you ok?" i ask him, looking at his face for any bruises. or hickies.

  "yeha, i don't remember much from last night.. except out love session." he says, setting his glass in the sink

  "oh god" i say chuckling

  "it was good." he said rubbing my arm gently.

"oh my god stop being awkward ash.." i say walking towards the cubbord.

  "here." i say throwing him an advil. he catches it and mumbles a quick 'thanks' and swallowing it whole.

  "i got to get to work.. bye opal!" he says walking out of the kitchen. after 20 seconds i hear him running back, he comes over to me and gives me a kiss and than walks away. leaving me speechless. little asshole.


   i walk back into my room and slowly wake up luke.

  "who is it?" he asks, putting my one direction pillow over his face.

  "luke, baby, it's me." i said jokingly

  "hey mom, how's it going?" he said jokingly and taking the pillow off his face. i hand him the water and pills.

  "trying to roofie me opal?" he asks smirking. the shit like that.. that right there makes me laugh.

  "whatever hemmo" i say plopping on the bed.

  "ya know, i'm still mad at you." i tell him. he gives me a sad look.

  "and i'm still mad at you." he said crossing his arms.

  "what'd i do?" i asked him

  "you didn't tell me why you were moving far away." he said

  "excuse me? i didn't tell you because when i was going to i walked in on you sucking faces!! and you didn't tell me why you followed me. how did you even find out i was coming here?!" i asked him. he just say there. dumbfounded

  "well it's not my fault you don't know how to knock.. and calum told me.." he said.

  "oh my god boy.. let's be done, k?"

  "k." he spit into his hand and put it out for me to shake it.

  "you're dumb ass doesn't think im going to shake your hand.. right?"

  "oh uh yeha." he said wiping his saliva palm onto his shirt.

  we both lay there for a while. in comfortable silence.

  "so why'd you do it?" i asked him..

  "do what?" he said, staring at me.

  "ya know.. travel a zillion miles to be with me?" i asked him, twirling my frizzy hair around my finger, avoiding eye contact.

  "well," he said, putting his pointer finger on my chin and softly raising my head so i was staring into his eyes.
"that's what you do for someone that you love. and i opal. i love you, i always have and i always will."

  i was sweating in all of my crevices. he loves me? nope. i like him and all but love? i don't know.. it's just.. ugh

  "i don't know what to say.." is all i could spit out.

  "i know you're not ready and i understand that and all.. but i'll always be here opal. i just don't want you kissing other males and shit.." he said shaking his head.

  "well for your information hemmings, i was drunk as fuck, so." i said laughing a bit, he started laughing too. oh my god his laugh. i love his laugh

  "i love your laugh." i said closing my eyes. i could tell he was shocked because i heard his breath hitch.

   after about 20 minutes of just laying there, we got up and started cleaning before my mom got home. and boy do i tell you, we found a lot of thongs on the floor, more then red cups.

  ___

  that was so cliche and bad, i'm so sorry... the next chapter will be a lot more thought out and not done at 4 in the morning... anyway, if you have questions just ask, i like when people comment and vote.. i'll update faster, also.. read my other book(s) reply hoe

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