Take Two: 5SOS BSM

3. Your Brother/Another Boy Defends Your Stutter - Luke

Part 3/4

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Requested by:
@StaceyStonier
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Sorry for the inactivity, it was my birthday and I got a keyboard and I've been trying to figure out how to play it. Oh, and schools been a pain in the butt ):

I asked what y'all wanted me to write next and this is it.

LUKE:
You had a slight stutter. It was something you had always possessed from when you could talk, and no amount of speech therapy or internal focus seemed to be able to change it. You had tried again and again to rid yourself of it and escape the inevitable teasing, but nothing had worked and you didn't know what else to do other than accept it. It wasn't like people didn't know what you were trying to talk about, it was just that sometimes your delivery of ideas was just a little off, nothing major. Now that you were older, most people didn't even mention it, and it was something you tried not to think about.

"Hey g-guys!" You yelled as you ran down the stairs, "why're there a bunch of-of dead birds in the fridge-ge?"

Your brother's friends' eyebrows all shot up as they turned to look at Luke. He shrugged his shoulders and looked at you strangely. Maybe you had phrased that poorly. What you really were talking about, was all of the raw poultry in the fridge that was taking up your snack room. How were you supposed to wedge your food in when there were like three birds in there? Seemed excessive.

"Do you mean the turkey, duck, and chicken?" Luke finally asked after a moment of contemplation.

Now, you were no expert on what a raw, plucked, duck looked like sitting in a fridge, nor how to tell it apart from a chicken or turkey from anything other than size, so you just nodded and spluttered out a, "yeah-yeah sure."

"We're making a Turducken," Luke smiled with a mischievousness that could only mean that this idea was not a good one. Not good at all.

"You're g-going to stuff the chicken inside the duck? And the-the duck inside the turkey?" You were fascinated and horrified. Turduckens seemed to be a mythical thing, not real anywhere but the internet where people would film themselves making them just for the novelty of it. It didn't seem like a practical thing to try and make for an actual meal.

"Then deep-fry it!" Calum was suddenly on board, and you only grew more worried.

"Have you-ou deep fried before? Can you put out a g-grease fire?" You quizzed him. You were pretty attached to Luke's house and didn't want to see it burn down. Especially not because of something as stupid as a Turducken catching on fire and them not knowing how to put it out.

Michael gave you a 'duh' look, "water? Isn't that how you put out fires?" He chuckled like you were the stupid one.

"Uhhhhm," you raised an eyebrow, "not g-grease fires. Ya know like oil floats on water, so you just spread i-it around."

"Pshhhhh," Ashton waved you off, "we knew that." He looked over at Calum and Luke and raised his eyebrows, "right guys?"

"Oh yeah for sure," Luke said immediately while very deliberately breaking eye contact with you.

"No doubt about it. Totally knew that," Calum agreed as he vigorously nodded.

"Yeah," Michael smirked, "we were just testing you. We needed to make sure YOU knew not to put water on a grease fire."

You weren't buying it, "then how do you actually put out a grease fire? Just so that I know I'm right." Your tone was light and innocent, but your concentrated stare was anything but cheery.