In This World

°Helping Hand Part Two°

 A/n:  The media above shows what I imagine Luke to look like.  Except he has slightly longer hair and it's lighter.

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"You should get back to looking for your brother." Monroe says defensively. I hear Luke sigh. He looks at the ground for a moment before answering. "Alright time to cut the act." He groans. "I don't have a brother and you two should know there isn't a house for miles. My truck broke down and I've been walking since last night." He shrugs, losing his country accent. "What the fuck, dude?" Monroe seems confused. "I needed help, but I didn't know if you guys were the helping type." Luke shrugs. I look at Monroe, waiting for an answer.

"So you're alone. And your truck broke down. Annnnd you need help?" I say, wrapping my mind around this ordeal. "Yes ma'am." He smiles more pitifully. "..... If we help you, you have to promise to be honest with us from now on." I start. 'SHIT! I gave in to the charm.' Monroe looks at me with a 'what are you thinking?' Face. "You have to help out around camp and stuff too." I say. "Yes. Yes I will." Luke agrees.

Monroe pulls me close to him and whispers in my ear. "Are you insane? This guy just lied to us like it was nothing. How can you trust him all of a sudden?" He asks. "I dont trust him at all. I just don't want him to have to make him leave without helping him." I argue. Monroe glances at him, then rolls his eyes. "I think you might be jealous because of all his flirting." I giggle quietly. "What? Uh n-no..." He walks angrily into the camper and shuts the door.

"If you steal ANYTHING or prove that I can't trust you, I will kill you... slowly." I warn, examining my knife. I smile at Luke as he puts his hands in his pockets, suddenly more scared. "You have my word." He nods cautiously. "Good... Now help me with this generator." I grin, having finally accomplished being intimidating.

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Luke lifts the generator and sets it closer to the camper so that he can connect the appropriate cords. I watch him carefully, making sure that he doesn't try anything. "So, princess. Are you gonna do something other than stare?" Luke chimes in, pulling me out of my thoughts. I quickly look away, scowling myself. "I just don't trust you yet. I need to keep an eye on you." I grunt, making up an excuse.  I hear him snicker before returning to his task.

     Sasha lays beside my feet, breathing softly while watching a bug scramble past her on the ground. I pull my attention away from Luke and let him continue working in peace. I walk away from the generator and check our surroundings. We're safe for the time being. Sitting on the tailgate, I begin Sharpening a knife that I had claimed from the backpack earlier.

     "So... How about this weather?" Luke says, attempting to make small talk.  I glance at him. Unammused, I return to my blade.  "Alright. Not one for chatting. It's fine." He continues his insesant talking throughout the awkward silence.  "Just sit there and look pretty." He smirks, finishing with the generator. I feel my cheeks begin to heat up.  I don't know if it's from embarrassment or from flattery, but I don't like it. 

     I quickly hop off the tailgate and walk around to the other side of the camper to avoid Luke.  "Ya know, I'm beginning to regret letting you stay." I call over to him. "Is it because I'm so charming?" He asks. I can literally smell how cocky he is being right now.  "No. It's because you're annoying." I grunt.  "Rude, princess." He fakes a hurt tone, walking around to my side of the camper. I frown at this awful nickname. Looking at the camper door, I debate on whether or not to just go inside and lock him out. He'd eventually go away right?  Once he realizes that I'm not gonna open up for him...