You Might Be The One (A Fan Fiction) - Luke Hemmings

Chapter 5• WeyHey Irwin's! Part 2

Xiana's POV

"Oh no, I forgot to buy tomato sauce!" I wiped my hands on my apron and ran a hand through my hair. I heard the front door open and close.

"I'm home!" Leyla yelled. Thank goodness she's here. But wait, it's only 12:30 in the afternoon.

"Why are you home so early?" I asked.

She entered the kitchen with a guy, and they both sat on the barstools. Leyla looked bewildered. "Early? It's already 4:50 p.m."

My eyes widened. No, this can't be. Ashton will be here in two hours and ten minutes!

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?! I still need to buy tomato sauce!" I said frantically.

"Uh... you're holding it."

I looked at my hand and, sure enough, I was grasping a package of tomato sauce. "Oh, thanks, sis." I gave her a tired smile. She shook her head and took the package from my hand.

"You know what? Go upstairs and get ready. Luke and I will handle this. Oh, and Xiana, meet Goldilocks. Goldilocks, meet Xiana, my frantic sister." Leyla smirked. Luke and I glared at her, and she held her hands up in surrender. "Not my fault you guys look like it." We rolled our eyes in unison, and I patted Luke's shoulder as a warm welcome.

I rushed upstairs to get ready. I wanted to look my best. Since we were only having dinner, I needed something casual but still formal. A cocktail dress? A sundress? Leggings and a blouse? Argh, I can't decide! I went to my closet to find the perfect outfit. I settled on a pink, sleeveless, floral pencil dress that hit mid-thigh.

Now for shoes. I don't want him to think I'm the kind of girl who loves heels. I only wear them when I have to, but I guess I don't need to tonight. I groaned, realizing I didn't have any comfortable shoes.

"Leyla, can I borrow your Converse?" I yelled.

"Which ones?" she asked.

"The black high-tops!" she yelled back. I raced to her room. I was fascinated by her closet; everything was neatly organized—the clothes, the shoes, and all her accessories in separate boxes. I can't believe she still has this obsession after the accident. I snapped out of it, grabbed the shoes, and ran out of her room. I just needed some socks. I went back to her room and sneakily took her violet checkered pair.

After showering and putting on my clothes, I went to my dresser to do my makeup. I used some mascara, eyeliner, pink lipstick, and light purple eyeshadow. I curled my hair into soft waves, and just as I finished, the doorbell rang. I took one last look in the mirror and went downstairs.

Ashton was sitting on our couch with Leyla. I didn't expect a girl who looked around 16 to be there. Is she his girlfriend? Oh no, I'm such an idiot. Of course, a cute guy like him has a girlfriend. He can't be single for the rest of his life.

"Now, if you hurt her, I will cut your balls off, understand?" Leyla was acting like an immature mother, and I let out a small giggle. I didn't think Ashton would hear me. He looked up, and his smile brightened. I admired him from the staircase. Even as Leyla threatened him, he smiled at her. But when he looked at me, I couldn't decipher what was going on in those mesmerizing eyes of his.

But he's taken.

"Hey Xiana, this is Ashton's little sister, Erika."

Or maybe not.

The girl smiled and waved at me. She seemed so happy and bubbly, and I grinned at her. My greedy side was enthusiastic because Ashton was single, while my other side was scolding me for being so selfish. I sat down next to my sister.

"No, sit with me!" Erika pulled my arm and forced me to sit next to her. Ashton gave her a look, and Erika gave us a sheepish smile.

"Erika..." His tone was different—deep and threatening.

"I'm so sorry that I had to bring my sister. My mom and my younger brother Harry went out of town, and I was told to never leave Erika alone."

I smiled at Ashton. "It's alright. I'm excited to get to know her!" Leyla rolled her eyes, thinking I was just showing off.

"Anyways, food's ready. That's all you came for, right?" she said impatiently.

"Leyla!" I scolded her. She just shrugged. I turned to Ashton and Erika. "I apologize for her behavior. She's always like that. I've been wanting to take her to an asylum, but she refuses."

"Hey! You should give me some credit because Luke and I cooked dinner. Without us, you'd still be looking for that tomato sauce when you had it the whole time." Ashton stifled a laugh, and I glared at Leyla for ruining the moment.

"Who's Luke?" Erika asked.

"Luke is my friend and neighbor. He's at the dining room, probably done preparing the food. Come on, I'm starving." She beckoned us, and we followed her.

Ashton pulled out my chair for me. "Awe, what a gentleman!" I chirped. I heard a choking noise that obviously came from Leyla. I sat down, and he sat next to me.

"Well, I tried," he smiled. I giggled, and he took a bite of spaghetti. He moaned, and I took that as a sign that he liked it, even though I didn't cook it.

"This is so delicious and healthy! I taste pumpkin, and it's my favorite food. You're so good at cooking," he complimented me. I turned to Leyla, and she smiled and nodded at me.

"Th-Thank you. It's a recipe passed down from our ancestors, so I decided to cook that one instead of Miso Soup," I stuttered.

"What's Miso Soup?" Erika asked.

"Well, it's a soup from Japan and now in many Asian countries." She nodded and drank her iced tea.

Across the table, I could see Luke and Leyla jabbing spaghetti in each other's faces and laughing. Erika was having fun eating, while Ashton and I talked, getting to know each other.

And from that moment on, I discovered my happiness.

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Hello there babycakes! I'm going to get to the point.

DEDICATION for the first one to notice two things that is totally weird. Just comment! If you only commented the other one only, I'll consider it :)

Love you lots~

-Nina.