Fraternity | lrh

26 - "beside you"

26 | Kai

I am woken by the sound of pans clashing together, in a hurry I pull myself from my bed also noticing the missing boy who slept beside me. As I push open the door of my room I see the said boy crouched down of the floor picking the pans up, I smile as I watch him from the doorframe.

It's as if he can see me because he turns around, locking eyes with me, a sheepish smile on his face. My eyebrows furrow in confusion as a I stare with my arms crossed across my chest at the tall blonde boy, he stands straight as the pans he had collected fall to the floor with a rather loud bang.

I let a laugh slips past my lips slightly as Luke once again scrambles to pick them up, once he does the silence becomes awkward. Should I bring up the previous nights events or would that just cause for an unnecessarily silent conversation of him shrugging and nodding.

"What were you even doing?" I decide to ask instead allowing him to rack around his head a while for an answer as I make my way towards the living room,

My eyes scan the floor as I notice the pop corn mostly gone, apart from small pieces that would need to be vacuumed up, arms wrap around my waist as I jump in shock. Luke rests his chin atop my head as he sways us gently.

"Did you clean up?"

"Sure, why?" He responds and I smile to myself not letting him know how sweet it actually was of him,

"There's still some pieces left mind, I was looking for a vacuum cleaner but I don't think you have one." He continued now beginning to draw uncoordinated patterns on the exposed skin of my waist.

"We do." I answer, "It's a small hand one."

I nods behind me before disappearing for a few seconds, when he does he has the vacuum in hand as he sits down on the floor.

"Luke?" I call, he turns to me a smile on his face, "How long have you been up?"

He seems to question himself for a while before actually telling me.

"Five, maybe six hours don't worry about it." He shrugs nonchalantly,

I do worry though, in fact my eyebrows raise to their absolute highest as I stare at the clock on the wall. 9AM. Has he really been up since 3AM?

"Luke go back to bed." I tell, him bending down to take the small hand held vacuum away,

His hand flinches away from my hand as I attempt so, he jumps to his feet quickly as he runs his spare hand through his hair.

"Are you sure you're alright?" I ask hoping for some type of conformation that I am in fact over reacting,

When Luke's head drops in shame however, I rush over to him to grasp his head in my small nimble hands.

"I hate being with Heather." He admits and I overall am not totally shocked by the confession and maybe it's because it's something over been waiting for him to say,

"She's bossy, she's irritating and she's really controlling." He continues and he looks like he's ready to go into a fully blown rant about the long haired blonde,

I attempt to comfort Luke has he frustratedly pushes my hands away from his face, running a hand through his hair while gripping his roots.