Paper Cuts | Luke Hemmings ✔

12. Tea Leaves

{ A/N: I tried to keep the original images, but for fun, I changed Corrine's room up a litte bit. }

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They drove in silence, with the occasional 'turn left' and 'turn right' from Corrine. Both of them could agree that this was uncomfortable, and that they wished they were doing better things with their time that didn't involve the other, but atlas, here they were; Corrine seated in the front of Luke's car, staring absentmindedly out the window.

Luke felt that he couldn't concentrate properly when he was in her presence. There was something about Luke that just down right confused him. Where did this sudden burst of confidence come from? Corrine was known for being shy, quiet around others. Luke was used to picking on her, calling her names, and pushing her against the lockers and then laugh at her. He didn't do it very often, but he still did it anyways. He was a bit of a bully to her. He never imagined driving to her place to work on a project with her. But still, he wondered where the old Corrine had gone, and where this new one had come from. She was speaking out more, punching people in the face, he didn't think she had hit Amelia that hard, but she did. Maybe she was done with everything, everyone, and was finally doing something about it.

"Stop here." she mumbled, breaking him from his trance. Luke pulled up alongside the curb, and parked the car in front of a large, yellow house.

"You live here?" he asked. He didn't know how many times he had passed this house in his entire life, but he knew it was a lot. He didn't think Corrine lived here.

"Yes. My parents 'dream house' as they say. They redid the whole place before I was born, it was a major fixer-upper. I still don't know how I fell about the yellow."

Luke glanced over at her. "I don't know," he began. "I kinda like it. It makes the house... pop?" Corrine laughed loudly.

"It does, doesn't it? You could see it from a mile away." Luke couldn't help it. Her laugh was infectious, and he too began to laugh. "Do you want to see the inside?" Corrine asked. Her laughter had stopped, but she was smiling now.

"Yes."

"Then let's go."

Corrine led Luke up the front steps of the house. He eyed the multiple plants that rested on the front porch, giving off an earthly vibe. She unlocked the door, and pushed it open. She kicked her shoes off by the bench that was rested up against the front door. Luke copied her, setting his bag down by his shoes. She made a motion to follow her.

"Do you like tea?" she called to him, disappearing into another room.

"Uh, not really." he replied, scratching the back of his neck. He followed the sound of her voice, which led him into the kitchen. "Whoa." he said. Luke was blinded slightly by the sight of the black and white kitchen.