broken · luke hemmings

Sixteen

*Luke's POV*

There was a pinch on my nose, causing me to wake up, stuttering. I looked up to see Skylar smiling, sitting in a straddle above me.

"Why'd you wake me up like that?" She stayed silent. "Skylar, come on."

She pressed her hand to her throat, making a sad face.

"Did you lose your voice?" She nodded quickly, getting off of me and standing beside her bed. I crawled out, running my hand over my face.

We went to the kitchen, where I opened the fridge. "Do you want eggs?" She shrugged. I grabbed the carton and set in on the counter, slightly turning. "Where are the pans?" She opened a cabinet and handed me a pan, which I set on the stove. She opened the drawer and grabbed a spatula, looking over to me.

"Skylar," She twirled the spatula in her hand. She looked adorable with her messy ponytail and pajamas. She stuck her tongue out and ran past me. "Shit, Skylar, no!" I was not in the mood for this.

I followed her as she ran into the living room, jumping over a chair and on to the couch. She stood there and I quickly reached to grab her before she jumped off and ran again, this time going to her bedroom.

*Skylar's POV*

I ran to my bedroom, knowing there wasn't anywhere to hide here. I don't know why I was making Luke chase me, but he seemed to be having a good time.

I tiptoed quickly to the bathroom, stepping quietly into the shower and backing into the farthest corner.

"Skylar?" I head Luke say, hearing his voice in my bedroom. I bit my lip, trying not to laugh.

It was quiet for a few minutes, way too quiet. Suddenly, cold water sprayed out from the shower head, making me yelp. The curtain pulled back, revealing Luke smiling.

"Found you." He said, pulling the spatula out of my hands. I frowned, following him back out to my bedroom.

"You couldn't hide forever, ya know," he smirked, turning back to me. "Now don't pout like that,"

I crossed my arms.

"Seriously, Skylar, stop,"

I stomped my foot.

He leaned closer, "That makes me want to kiss you."

I leaned up, touching my nose to his. Soon, our lips pressed together. His soft lips pressed firmly against mine and I heard the spatula drop as he moved his hands to my lower back. I moved my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me, biting his lip in the process. He smiled, picking me up slightly and kissing me harder. I played with his hair, his hands rubbing into my back.

"Skylar!" I heard someone's voice yell as the front door slammed closed. Luke immediately released, looking at me with panicked eyes. I pointed to my closet, where he quickly moved to, bending down and standing in there. I smiled, closing the closet door and opening my bedroom door.

"Hannah!" I said, moving quickly to my sister as she set down her bags. "How was your trip?"

"Pretty..." she paused, looking over to me. "fine. What's up with you?"

"What do you mean?" I looked down at me.

"Your voice is really icky. You need to stop talking and drink some tea." Oh yeah.

"Yeah, right." I leaned back against the wall.

"Listen, I have to go to the office and put all my picture files into the computer. Will you be okay here for awhile?" I nodded. "Alright, see you later."

Once she left, I heard my door open. Luke's lips came close to my ear.

"I thought you couldn't talk." he whispered, giving me chills.

"Well," I said quietly. "I kind of can, I guess."

He smiled, moving away from my ear, making me feel as though he just took all my breath with him.