I wake up the next morning with an awful headache. The events of last night come back to me slowly as I struggle to sit up in my bed. I stumbled through my front door at something like 2am this morning, drunk and exhausted.
Memories of last night wash over me and I remember what I did with Michael, the boy with the hair that matches mine. I smile. He wasn’t bad, to say the least. Considering he’s a year younger, I would’ve thought he was older judging by his… expertise in the area. I guess he’s as much of a slut as I am.
I stretch and crawl out of bed, noticing that I’m still wearing his sister’s clothes. I also realise that I left my original outfit at the party. So… shit.
I shuffle into the bathroom and take a lazy shower, throwing on some sweatpants (my own this time) and a random shirt. Not trying to be pretty for anyone today. I decide, instead of wearing makeup because I just can’t be bothered, I will just wear a pair of big sunglasses if I go out.
I stomp down the stairs to find my kitchen empty, save for a note on the table signed by my mother. As I quickly scan the note, I realise what it is. Grocery list. Ugh. I grab the list she’s left for me, some money, and a few canvas bags, figuring I should get the chore over with.
The grocery store isn’t far from my house so I can walk the distance fairly easily. Although I’m still thankful the shopping list is short.
The list is fairly routine so I follow my regular path, starting with vegetables, moving through the breads, etc… I just want to be done so I can go home and catch up on my favourite TV shows.
I’m in the cereal aisle when a familiar shock of blond hair catches my eye. No way.
“Luke.”
The person I’m watching straightens abruptly from trying to examine the bottom shelf of Lucky Charms and Frosted Flakes and looks my way. He’s wearing all black—which must be sweltering going outside—skinny jeans, a tank top that showcases his biceps wonderfully, and a cute black beanie.
“Winnie! What are you doing here?” As soon as he says that he frowns and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “You’re probably grocery shopping…”
“Yeah, how’d you guess?” I give a small giggle and move to stand in front of the shelf he was so intent upon. “So are you a Lucky Charms man?”
“Actually I was thinking All-Bran. Or just cardboard. No sugar for me.”
“Oh yeah?” I say dubiously.
“Definitely! I’m on a very strict diet of air and cereals that taste like dirt.” He gives me a dorky smile and I bump his hip. I would shove his shoulder but I can’t actually do that comfortably, so his hip will have to suffice.
I continue down the aisle on the search for my brother’s favourite brand of cereal and, to my happiness, Luke follows with his shopping basket. I scan the shelf for a moment before speaking again.
“I missed you last night. Was everything okay?” He’s standing close enough to me that I can see the subtle tensing of his muscles. The smile slips from his face and our light mood changes. He forces himself to relax.
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~ Black Lace ~ (l.h.)
Fiksi PenggemarAn AU where there is no 5SOS just its members ~~~ "I realized I was thinking of you, and I began to wonder how long you'd been on my mind. Then it occurred to me, you'd never left" ~~~ [this is a Luke Hemmings fanfiction and it's the first one I'm p...
