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22. "Good Old Days" - Macklemore ft. Kesha

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" I don't knock on Luke's front door, and I walk straight to him and Adrian sitting at the kitchen table. Luke starts to shuffle papers on the table together, and both of the look at me with wide eyes. "No one told me that the end of Parks and Rec was going to make me cry. No one warned me! Ann and Chris? And Donna?" I sit at the table, my eyes watery and wide.

"You drove all the way here just to talk about a show that aired years ago?" Adrian folds his arms on the table, leaning forward.

I turn to him, my eyebrows furrowed. "Yes, I did! I am... shaken. I am... an emotional wreck right now over some fictional people in the fictional town of Pawnee, Indiana!"

"Don't watch Game of Thrones, then." Adrian smirks, and I open my mouth to ask why. Before I get anything out, Elera comes through the front door and closes it with force. The three of us turn to watch her walk up the stairs towards her room.

"Hi, Elera," Luke calls out, and she mumbles a greeting before going to her room and closing the door behind her. I turn to Luke and raise an eyebrow. He sighs, shaking his head. "She's been like that for a couple days now. I don't know what's going on. She insists nothing is wrong, but... I can't force her to talk." Luke shrugs and glances at Adrian before setting the papers in front of him aside. My eyes fall on them before looking up at Luke. "What's that?"

"Paper. It comes from trees." Adrian chimes in, sipping at his coffee. I roll my eyes and glance at him before returning my gaze to Luke.

Luke smirks and crosses his arms. "I mean... he's not wrong."

I stand and roll my eyes lightly with a grin. After pressing a kiss to his temple, I head towards the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. "Okay, fine. Keep your secrets. Adrian, are your plans still good for Christmas?" Adrian is planning on proposing to Lune on Christmas Eve, and he has had everything planned for six months now. Six whole months. He really wants it to be perfect.

"Everything is ready to go." Adrian replies.

Sitting at the table once more, I run my hand through my hair and imagine how it will go. Adrian rented out a room in the art museum in Portland. The gallery is full of Adrian's drawing and Lune's polaroids of moments of their relationship: when they first met, their first date, first vacation. The room is lit by warm string lights, and he will have a playlist Lune had made for him playing in the background to set the mood. I helped him set it up, and I nearly cried looking at it. Luke and I are going to be taking her to the art museum, and Adrian will already be there, waiting for her to get to the "end" where there is a picture he drew of the ring he had custom-made for her.

I wonder what Luke thinks about marriage.

"Are you nervous?" I ask Adrian, sipping my coffee.

He shakes his head. "Not really. I know she will say yes; we're practically married without the legal documentation and the tax breaks. I'm more nervous about making sure my love for her is properly conveyed."

"I knew you were a big sap," I smile at him.

"And then I'll have to try not to make love to her then and there." Adrian smirk, and I roll my eyes again.

"And there it is. Good old Adrian." Luke chuckles and shakes his head. I hear a door open and close upstairs, and after a few moments, there's a scream. I look to Luke before running up the stairs with him, Adrian waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Luke goes to the door and knocks after wiggling the bathroom door. "Elera? Elera, are you okay?" His voice is frantic, and his chest is moving with shallow, sharp breaths. "Elera!"

"I'm- I'm fine!" We hear from the other side. Elera's voice is distressed.

Luke takes a deep breath before lowering his voice. "Elera, will you open the door please?"