Guns & Roses (WATTYS 2017)

thirty - pack & snack

"Fuck." Luka mutters angrily, pushing his hands through his hair. 

Roman's voice breaks through the silence that followed. 

"Yo, not to break up this tremendous moment, but we need to get out of here." I turn back to Roman, whose hair is a wild mess of tangled strands, and whose eyes hold a panicked look that betrayed his attempt at humor. 

"Where are we supposed to go, huh?" Luka growls lowly, but his voice is more desperate than angry. 

"We can decide that later, but for now, let's focus on not dying okay?" Roman wheels back into the house, and I start to follow. 

Luka isn't moving. 

I look over my shoulder, and his eyes, ringed with sleepless bags, are boring through me. 

I walk towards him slowly, grabbing him by the arm. His gaze is glued to me, to my eyes, never wavering. 

Even despite the lack of sleep, his face is still unbelievably perfect. His full lips are parted, slow breaths escaping from them. He smells of smoke and panic and it's an oddly intoxicating scent. 

"Let's go." I whisper, tightening my grip and slowly leading him into the house. 

"Roman, where are you?" I call out, dropping my hold from Luka's arm and slowly wading into the kitchen. 

He's by the counter, a duffle bag at his side, stuffing bag after bag of chips inside. 

"Getting nutrients." He says, his mouth half full of pringles. 

"Seriously? And Lays is nutrients?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. 

"Hey, only god can judge me." He snaps back, turning back to the pantry. 

I roll my eyes, turning around again to Luka, but he's already half way up the stairs. 

"Let him be for a little bit, Kat." Roman mutters. 

"He's so confusing.." I whisper, too low for Roman to hear. 

"Alright, I know that you need to consider your very obvious attraction for him, but we also need to get out of this house before we, you know, die." 

"Can you go five minutes without being sarcastic?" I ask, but there's a laugh under my breath. 

"No, not really. Now get upstairs and get whatever you need, we're leaving in five." 

I walk up the stairs, my bare feet sticking slightly to the wood panels. I can hear slight rustling in Luka's room, the door closed. 

I stare at it for a second, just waiting for it to open. Considering if I should open it first. 

If I even want it open at all. 

But my body and mind know better than my heart, and lead me over to my room. 

I don't know what Roman expected me to pack, I have a few t-shirts and my cell phone, but other than that, nothing. 

It's not like I had much at West's place either way. 

It's not like I had much to begin with. 

I grab the shirts, stuffing my cell phone in my back pocket and I turn back towards the door, padding slowly away from the room. 

I pass Luka's room again, stopping. 

My body leans against the cold wood of the door, the back of my head resting against it.