I Guess So || Luke Brooks

Something To Remember ➼ .3

"Alice is it?"

I probably looked stoned. I fixed my face and smiled.

"Yea. Spelled like Alice , pronounced Aleece. But you get the point."

He chuckled. "So where's Flix?"

"What?" I said. I looked around and it was only Luke and I. Real smooth Flix. Real fucking smooth. Not that I mind. "So, where you from?" I asked after taking a sip of my odd tasting punch. "Melbourne."

"Melbourne?"

"Melbourne, Australia."

"Oh I was about to say.. Where's that in Cali??"

"Haha yea.. Should of clarified." He finished with his head kept down and eyes looking up with a smirk. I couldn't help but return it .

The music was turned to house , nor did I mind that. After he sipped his drink, he took my hand and the next thing I knew, we're dancing.

I swayed my hips with bent knees and let my head fall back on his shoulder . I raised my hands in the air, putting them to use too . His hands trailed from my hips up to my arms.

And that's all I remembered.

I woke up in my bed. Thank The Lord .

I glanced to my right at the clock. 9:03am . What was I doing up??

I dozed back off.

I awoke to my phone ringing. 11:57am . That's more like it.

'Luke'

WHAT?!?! SINCE WHEN DO I HAVE HIS PHONE NUMBER??

"HELLO?"

"Whoa."

"Since when do I have your number?"

"I'm asking myself the same thing about you."

"What happened?"

"Well.. We partied . And all I can say is damn. And then Flix & Jasper took us home. Are you home?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

"Kay."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Why did I have his number? Oh well. It's not like I'll be using it , but I'll leave it there.

I got up from the white down sheets, still in my suit. Damn this thing was tight. I slipped out of it and my undergarments and into the shower.

I put my hair up and started the water.

Once I got out I put on some black sweats, knee high socks, and a hoodie, leaving my hair in a bun.

While I made my way to the kitchen , I turned the AC on. That's the way I liked it. Cold. Just like me.

I took the eggs, bacon, and croissants. You can imagine what I did with them. I truly was quite the cook.

I strolled my way to the sofa and turned on some Tom and Jerry oldies. Kicking my feet up on the mini thingy that came with most couches and sofas.

Taking a bite, I couldn't help but say "Shit." When the yolk of my fried egg dripped down my hand. But it was delicious and I licked it off with pleasure. What can I say.. Food is my life.