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LukeBlack: she's so damn adorable. how the fuck do I handle this?
"Luke, quit being an ass wipe and give me the fucking towel!" Talia yelled, reaching up Luke's body, attempting to reach the towel he held up. He loved messing with anyone he towered over. I wasn't excluded from that and neither were my friends. "Don't make me tell the entire world that you got your ass beat by JT!" I giggled, watching both of them when Harper came and sat next to me. She was grinning widely when she laid her head on my shoulder. I laid my head on top of her head and she grabbed my hand.
"He recovered well." She said, watching Talia and Luke continue to argue. "I've never seen him so happy."
"He's glad to be training again. He thinks he's getting fat but I told him there's no way since it's only been a month. Plus, he's never bee fat a day in his life. Skinny as hell, but never fat." I snickered, watching him give into Talia's rage and threw the towel at her face.
"I meant in the last few months." She smirked, squeezing my hand. "Since you moved in." I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at the notion. It wasn't me that made him happy. It had to be something else.
"Oh, hey," Talia walked over to me and Harper, Luke not far behind her. "So, you know our sister Aria?" I nodded, remembering the tiny tot I met a few months back at their family barbecue. "Well, she needs a babysitter and me and Harp can't do it because last time we watched her she broke a vase and it's apparently our fault."
"Well when do you need me to watch her?" I asked, taking my hair out of my bun when Luke came in front of me. He gestured for me to stand up and he took my place before putting me on his lap.
"Saturday and Sunday. She'd have to spend the night." Talia smiled softly and I sighed, nodding slowly. I had nothing else to do and Luke could always go stay with his best friend, Charlie who had just gotten back from Thailand if he didn't want to babysit.
"I can do it." I told them and they grinned widely before Talia ran into the house to get dried off. She had work tonight and had to leave in the next hour. Harper kissed my cheek and thanked me before she went to jump in the pool.
"Are we having a baby?" Luke gasped, squeezing my waist with his chin on my shoulder. I laughed and nodded, turning my head to kiss his cheek. "Wow, this is so unexpected."
"Latina too." I added, placing my arms on top of his. "Don't know where she gets that from."
"Greek, Italian, French, Puerto Rico- all the same." He shrugged, chuckling lowly, as he hugged me tight. My heart fluttered with the laugh that fell into my ear. "I'll help you with the baby this weekend." He kissed my neck and I hummed while I sank into him more. "Have you talked to Amelia lately?"
"I texted her last weekend and she didn't respond. She might still be upset about the last time she was here."
"Why would she be upset? What she said was fucked up. She had no right to tell you that-" I glared at him, not wanting to get back into this argument. I didn't want to talk about it. "Look, I don't want you to lose your best friend but I don't like her telling you shit like that, ok?"
"Luke, I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself." I reminded him but he just shook his head and kissed my neck again, soft and sweet. "I think you're getting too ahead of yourself here."
"I just want what's best for you." His arms unwrapped from my body and I sat next to him cross-legged. He placed his hand on the inside of my thigh. "You love to over react. I'm not saying you shouldn't be friends with her, I'm just saying that she has no right to be mad at you."
"She's not mad at me, she's mad at you." I rolled my eyes, standing up from the chair. Luke grabbed my hand when I tried to walk away. He stood up with me and followed me into the house. I didn't want to talk about Amelia because I knew how he felt about her since the last time she was at his place. "Listen, I appreciate you caring about me. I really do, but I've taken care of myself since I was 15 and I don't need some asshole telling me what's good for me!"
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He glared at me while I slid my shorts on and grabbed my t-shirt.
"What's wrong with me?" I scoffed, staring at him. He had no right to pretend I'm the bad guy when he wanted to control me. "I'm tired of you dictating my life. You're not my boyfriend, you're just the guy that I sleep with because I have nothing else to do."
"Really? That's what it is, Brit?" His face was red and I knew I had pissed him off. Good. "Fuck you! You're so fucked up that you have to try and push away everything that threatens your sad fucking life. That's fine, guard yourself but you know I'm not just that. You're scared of me and I get it. You're scary too. But you're right, I'm not your boyfriend and I'm not trying to be. But, I care about you. You are my best friend so can you for 5 seconds, just give me some damn credit?" I crossed my arms over my chest and watched his chest heave up and down and his jaw clench while he glared me down. He was a piece of shit for trying to make me open up more and he was an asshole for not leaving me alone.
"Don't expect me to apologize," I rolled my eyes and turned away, walking into the kitchen. "You're still an asshole and I'm not sleeping with you tonight." I grumbled and he groaned loudly, leaving me to myself.
"You two are the most annoying couple I have ever met." Talia mumbled, walking through the living room, gathering her purse, phone charger, and sneakers. "You need to accept the fact that he cares about you and you," she pointed at Luke and he glared at her. "Need to accept the fact that she does not fucking care. Goodbye, I'm going to work."
