chapter 11
luke stepped out of the shower, walking into my bedroom and putting some boxers on before joining me on the couch.
"where you watching the news?" he asked, surprised.
"yeah... why?" i asked, stiffening.
"nothing... why're you acting so strange?" he raised an eyebrow.
as he waited for my answer, he began wiggling his eyebrows and eventually was eyebrow dancing.
i giggled, "i'm not acting strange, you are."
"no i'm not." he scoffed and chuckled.
"yes you are luke, you punched someone today." i leaned towards him.
"what's up luke? yesterday you where nice and adorable, and today you physically hurt someone and wore a black bandana." i sounded more serious.
"it's just that... well, everyone knows my parents died, and they expect me to be soft and cy, and i'm just not gonna act soft when i'm at my weakest spot. i have to stay strong sydney anne." he looked at me, eyes watering.
"it's okay, i understand." i said wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in to my chest, while he sobbed.
how could this kid ever be a killer? he's emotionally unstable.
but then again, he did punch ashton today.
you know what they say, psychotics mimic human emotion.
"do you want a sandwich?" luke smiled.
"please and thank you." i giggled.
he walked into the kitchen and shouted, "i need help!"
i rolled my eyes and laughed, "it's not that hard to make a sandwich."
"well, today i need a beautiful assistant." he bit his lip and i blushed.
"lucky for you i'm a pretty assistant." i smiled and fakely waved at the non-existent audience.
"hello everyone i am luke hemmings here with my beautiful assistant sydney garcia, and today we will be cooking five star sandwiches." he winked at the ghost audience.
"1st ingredient is of course bread, 2nd is ham, 3rd is cheese. lastly, if you want anything like mayo or tomato sauce, you can add it on. also if you wanted it toasted, it applies to the way you want it." he showed the materials to the audience.
"oh shit, i forgot one ingredient." he blurted.
"that will be bleeped out, folks." i grinned at the audience.
"the last ingredients is... love." he pointed at me.
"today i will show you some love."
he put his hands on my back and sat me on the kitchen counter, pressing his lips against mine.
i propped my legs on his waist, and put my hands on the base of his neck as our tongue explored eachother's mouths.
"oh but we're on live tv, mr.hemmings." i laughed between kisses.
"fuck it." he whispered.
"that's gonna have to be bleeped out, lucas." i giggled as i got off the counter.
"lets eat!" i rejoiced at our horrible, yet appetizing products of food.
"looks delicious." luke chuckled.
"made with love." i nodded and chewed.
after we ate and sat cuddled on the couch, i decided to break the ice.
i had to ask him sooner or later, even though right now was probably an inappropriate time, i had to ask him today or i would never speak of it.
"luke we need to talk." i sighed.
"about?" he wiped his eyes.
"did you kill your parents?"
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