69: Maybe Later
Luke had taken a shower and while he went and supplied himself with a cup of chocolate pudding, I crawled onto the bed and played Youtube videos on his laptop. It seemed like the best idea I could come up with to avoid all my thoughts and feelings.
Eventually, after I heard him thump around downstairs for a while, Luke crawled onto the other side of the bed and watched all the stupidest videos I could find while stuffing his mouth with pudding.
About an hour and a half later, we were basically using the videos as background sound while we talked.
"You know what I haven't heard much of lately?" I asked, the thought coming randomly.
"What might that be?" Luke responded, frowning when the pudding he had eaten desperately slow in order not to have to move downstairs to go get another cup, finally ran out.
"Big blinking eyes Billy the bully." I said. Luke snorted. "Aka your cousin." I said, quieter for effect.
"Because you aren't ready." He gave me the same answer he almost always gave. I groaned in exaggerated pain.
"What does it take to be ready?"
"That story, whether you believe it or not, is a great example of our lives with each other." Luke informed me very matter – of - factly. "Each time something similar to the story happens in life, I'll let you know."
"Is that why all you did for the first two months I was here was stare at me?" I asked sarcastically. "To make sure the story got off to the right start?" I drawled, slight mockery in my voice. Luke gave me the look. "Luke, it really is just a story. And besides, we aren't cousins." He stared at me. "I hope." He started laughing, almost nervously.
"No, we are not cousins." After a bit we both went back to watching the videos. Luke kept biting his bottom lip like something was bugging him and I was fidgeting too much for everything to be normal. Blood subtly appeared over the part of Luke's lip he kept biting but he still kept chewing on it.
Eventually, though, we both fell asleep with Twenty One Pilots interviews playing in the background.
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