the science project || l.h.

[eight] - [you run around as a goat and fuck shit up]

"Luke?" I call, closing the front door behind me. His mom and his brothers aren't here, but I know Luke is. He said to stop by whenever for the project, so his mom gave me a key. It's kind of weird that I have a key to his house and I know the place like my own home, but I guess it's... Normal?

He doesn't answer, which means he's probably in his room with his head phones on. I carefully carry the two plant pots filled with soil and somewhere inside, a seed, up the stairs. "Luke? It's Olivia," I try again. Still no response.

Thankfully, the door is cracked open. I push it open with my back and go inside. Sure enough, Luke is sitting on his bed, on his laptop, listening to music. I can practically hear every word of the song it's so loud. I sigh, standing there, still unnoticed.

"Luke!" I shout. He jumps, snapping his head up. When he sees it's only me, he sighs heavily and pauses his music, closing his laptop as he does so.

"Jesus, Olivia, don't ever do that again," he says, taking off his headphones. "You are going to blow out your ear drums if you keep listening to music that loud." I say, ignoring his request. 

"Oh, come on. It wasn't that loud." He says in his defense. I raise an eyebrow. "I could hear the song perfectly from here." I say. He rolls his eyes.

"What song was it, then?" He asks, teasing. I lean on the door slightly. "Bang the Doldrums, Fall Out Boy." I reply. His eyes go wide for a quick second before he brushes it off like nothing.

"Lucky guess," he says. I scoff, but can't get a word out before he swings his legs over to the floor and stands up. 

"What're those?" He asks, pointing to the pots. I extend my arms. "Here. These are your plant children. Luke Jr. and Alfredo. Remember?" I ask. He chuckles. "Mhmm, how could I forget my kids?" 

I giggle softly. He doesn't take them, though, and falls back on his bed. "Put them on my desk," he says, pointing to a small table in between two windows. I roll my eyes, not appreciating being told what to do. But I walk over anyway.

I stand in front of it, overwhelmed as to where I'm supposed to put the pots. 

On the desk, are a few crumpled cans of soda, some candy wrappers and chip bags, a ton of random pens and dollars, scattered change, band stickers, a few pairs of shoe laces, some skateboard wheels, bracelets, guitar picks, CDs, earbuds, magazines, and papers, ranging from school assignments to scribbled writing.

"Luke, it looks like you dumped one of everything you own plus the trash on this desk." I say. He scoffs. "No, I did not do that. I just have let my filth collect over time." He says, sounding proud of himself. I roll my eyes. "Well your filth isn't leaving any room for your plant children." 

"Put one of them on each windowsill." He says, sounding annoyed. I do so, not making any comments about how dusty they are or about how many dead flies have found their resting place there.

"Does your mother know the state of this room?" I ask, turning back to him. He's back on his laptop. He shakes his head.

"Probably not. I dunno." He says, now chewing gum. I huff and flop on his bed, though I'm paranoid about the possibility of crumbs and bugs. 

"You are disgusting, Luke Hemmings." I say. He chuckles. "You are way too clean, Olivia Parker." He says. I sit up and cross my legs. I look around the room.

His bed is right next to the door. Above it, there's a ton of band posters. Blink 182, Fall Out Boy, Green Day, All Time Low, et cetera. The same goes for around the room. The walls are filled with posters. His closet is a little door next to the right of his bed, and the dresser is on the next wall to the left. He has some guitars set up on stands in the corner, and then his desk by the windows. There's piles on piles of random clothes scattered all over the floor.

"You need to clean your room." I say, hugging my knees. Now I'm really scared of bugs. He rolls his eyes and blows a bubble.

"Tell me something, Livi." He says, disregarding my comment. I rest my head on my knees and brace myself for the question. "Okay, shoot."

"How do you know who Fall Out Boy is?" He asks, trying not to sound astonished. I giggle softly.

"Uhm, because I like them... They're cool." I say. He nods, not looking up from his laptop. I crawl over and around his legs, peeking at his laptop. "What are you doing on that?" I ask.

I honestly expect, like, porn or something, but he's playing some weird goat game. "What the heck..."

Luke tilts the screen down so I can't see. I pout, but he doesn't tilt it back up. I get up and sit next to him. Our legs are touching, and I'm suprised when he doesn't scoot over. He just sighs dramatically and tilts the screen back up.

"It's Goat Simulator. You run around as a goat and fuck shit up." He says. I laugh. "Who the hell would play that?" I ask. He looks at me and pouts. It's surprisingly cute. "Me..."

I poke his shoulder and he pretends to fall sideways before coming back up and bumping into my shoulder. He starts to show me how it works.

Before I know it, Liz comes up and opens the door. 

"You kids okay?" She asks. I have to dry my eyes from laughing so much. Luke sits there, holding back laughs. I nod.

"Yeah, we, uh, just were playing something," I say, pulling myself together. She gives us a weird look and nods.

"Well, it's about six, so you might want to get back," she tells me. Oh crap. I stayed too late. I get up and grab my things.

"See you later, Luke," I say. He nods and smiles, like, genuinely smiles. "Mhmm, see you later,"

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A/N:

Hiii guys x

Some chick stole Michael's stuffed lion, Daniel ):

It makes me so mad, that's his personal property.

Anyways, 

Luke and Olivia are bonding ^~^

I hope you liked this chapter, as I tweeted before, some chapter's titles are as long as FOB song titles >~<

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