Limited || Luke, Hemmings.

03

• Blair •

"Mom, Michael's staying over again!" I holler once we reach the house. Me and him woke up in the hot springs like an hour ago and surprisingly it's only around one am. I didn't drink very much so I drove. We got there at eight so we were there for a long while but it didn't feel like it. Time slide past with Ash and Luke, I really liked them. So when me and Mikey woke up alone, I was a bit disappointed.

"Okay, that's fine." My mom walks in the living room smiling. "Well Blair I'm tired I'm going to bed. Your dads already asleep. Oh how was jumping off into the hot springs? I don't think I would be able to do it naked." She laughs. "But anyways I told your dad I would be there soon Love you."

"Love you." I call after her and look back to find Michael staring.

"What?"

"Why is your mom so cool? I mean I had to tell my folks I was staying at Patrick's house tonight. They would be so pissed if they knew what we did. And she didn't even care that we were naked?"

"Michael, haven't we already established this?" My parents are.... Lets just say two of my closest friends. Both my mom and dad are thirty two. I was born when they were sixteen and I think that since they had me so young, they get that teenagers make mistakes and want to have fun. I wasn't asked to do stuff around the house, so in return I did it any way. I didn't have a curfew, so in return I was always safe and usually home before midnight. I could drink as long I was safe or at home. I almost didn't have any rules, I could have boys over any time or basically anyone without even asking. With these parents life was almost never hard.

"They just understand how teenagers are I don't know? They did this stuff when they were young. They trust me to be responsible. Also your parents still believe you have a friend named Patrick?" He looks at me and then cracks a smile. Michael only had one friend. Me. I guess we were both each others only friends, his parents just didn't like that.

"Blair Cook, responsible my ass. Your doing crazy shit every weekend and you drag me into it. And yeah they still buy it, I'm very persuasive. I still can't believe I even talked to Ash." Mikey has a point, he was the most anti social being that I've come across.

"Mikey, that doesn't mean I'm not responsible about what I do. Besides my parents know. And yeah, how did you warm up to Ash so quickly?" Me and him head towards the living room, where all of our sleepovers are held.

"No shit, that's why they're so cool. But I'm not to sure he just like a lot of bands I liked." He sits on the couch and I lie down placing my head in his lap.

"How the hell do you sleep sitting up?" I ask for the sixteenth time. Michael always slept sitting up so we would sleep like this every time he stayed over. My head in his lap and him sitting up.

"I'm comfy this way, and I just always have been." He looks down at me with piercing green eyes.

"Whatever." I shrug, feeling a bit tired. "Play with my hair."

• Luke •

*2 hours before*

"Ash" I whisper shaking his shoulders not wanting to wake Blair or her friend up. He shakes his head, and his hazel eyes quickly pop open.

"Whaat?" He looks at me annoyed, talking way to loud.

"Come on." I pull him up and out of the water, grabbing our clothes because he seems incapable. He walks so slowly to the truck that I think he might be sleeping. Once we reach the truck, I shove him in the passengers side before hopping in the drivers seat. Not that've would have wanted to drive anyway -he never did- but he wouldn't have been able to. He was downright and dirty drunk, I was barely buzzed.