I let out a loud sigh as I placed another clean plate onto the drying rack. I dropped the wet rag I was using and crossed my arms over the edge of the sink, laying my forehead on top of them. It was 4 in the afternoon on a Saturday, but I had had such a long day already. And I still had a full sink of dishes to wash. Since the place was starting to wind down a bit, my uncle was letting Luke and I off early.
"You're slacking."
I gasped, looking up to see Luke place a whole nother stack of plates into the sink for me to wash.
"There's more?" I groaned. To this Luke laughed.
It was strange. It's like something cracked in him on Monday that caused him to be nice to me. And we've gotten along great this week. We haven’t talked so much as just tease each other and laugh at one another's misery. And we only ever talked when we were working at the diner. At school we stuck to our own group of friends and ignored each other. He was still pretty closed off. When I tried to say something about his friends or his family he would tense up and try to change the subject. But I didn't mind so much. I'm just taking it one step at a time with him.
"Here let me help you." Luke took a step closer to me, still grinning. He grabbed the rag I was previously using and a plate from the top of the stack and started scrubbing.
"Since when do you like to help?" I laughed, taking an extra rag from the nearby shelf and washing a fork from the sink.
"Since you whined to me about having to wash so many dishes."
"Hey I was not whining!" I defended, throwing the rag down and looking him in the eyes.
"You're whining now." he smirked, his eyes not leaving mine.
I crossed my arms, turning my body towards him completely. I gave him my famous death glare that I always got in trouble with my mother for.
"Hey I was just teasing." he giggled, looking back down at his work. He grabbed the soap bottle and began pouring it out onto the plate.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
“I need more soap.” He continued to pour an excessive amount of soap onto the dish.
"Luke stop that's way too much! There's gonna be suds everywhere!"
"Oh relax, Delia." he rolled his eyes and put back down the soap bottle, turning the water on over the plate. Quickly, a huge mountain of soap bubbles formed and rose above the sink.
"I told you." I rolled my eyes back at him.
"You need to stop thinking you're better than everyone. You're not perfect." he scooped up a huge handful of bubbles and blew them right in my face.
"See," he giggled, "you're a mess!"
"You know what Luke Hemmings," I scooped up two large handfuls of bubbles, "this is war."
We both fell into fits of laughter as we had our bubble war. Running around the kitchen and throwing handful after handful at each other. And even making more suds when we ran out. Right when Luke wrapped his arm around my waist from behind, pulling me into him, we were cut off.
"Um am I interrupting something?"
We both pulled away from each other, looking to the doorway to find Luke's friend, Michael. I had never spoken to Michael before. Just seen him hanging around with Luke and Calum at school. His hair was always a different color when I saw him. Now it was a blondish color with dark brown lowlights.
"Uh you told me to pick you up at 4, and that dude told me you were back here. "
"R-right." Luke stuttered. He scrambled to grab a towel, quickly wiping himself off before throwing it to me and going to grab his things.
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Amnesia || Luke Hemmings
Fiksi Penggemar"I'm going to show that it wasn't good just because I was drunk and you were tired. It wasn't a mistake."