start over // lrh

four

Luke scrunched his nose as I continued to pour honey into my cereal milk. I smiled, he was cute.

He was wearing a black Pink Floyd shirt with leather pants, it was a good sight.

"So where did this weird obsession of ruining your food come from", he said, raising his eyebrows. He was leaning forward with his elbows on the table, He was in an awfully good mood this morning, not that I mind.

"First, it is not ruining your food, it's -what you can say- experimenting with your food, inventing heavenly combos", I corrected him, pointing my finger.
"And well, I had this cousin used to live with during the summer and he liked liked trying new things. He once forced me to eat deep-fried orange jam toast-", I shivered at the memory, "So I forced him to eat french fries mixed with chocolate as revenge, but I got curious when I saw him eating it and took a bite. He told me what else awesome stuff we can make with chocolate so we kind of, started mixing almost everything we ate", why did I had to sound so dumb?

"You really had a traumatic childhood", he concluded with a grin.

"You know we have to leave in fifteen minutes, be ready", I replied taking a bite of my Koko Krunch mixed with milk and honey. I really thought he was drunk or something, And I had no idea where he was hiding Mr. Cranky Pants Luke.

"I'm always ready", cocky.

He was still smiling again, I hope. his cheeks weren't hurting.

"Hey Luke, can I ask you something?", I asked him.

"Shoot", he simply replied. He was leaning back in his chair now, with his eyes close but still smiling. He had really long eyelashes.

"Who do you miss the most while you're here?"

"Petunia", he answered, grinning. How many affairs did he have exactly?

"I thought her name was Arzea-", I began to ask him, utterly confused but I was halfway through my sentence when Luke shot up in his chair, his expression full of panic.

"Uh- Petunia is my dog! Not my...", he trailed off, waving his hands. It was clear that I had made it super awkward.

"So what she's like?, Please God, don't turn into cranky pants again.

"Oh! She's amazing, she's large, warm and she gives the best the best cuddles. She loves to lick my face and hates when strangers try to touch her", he was smiling again.

"I like her". Luke was about to reply when my phone started ringing.

"Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? Spongebob Squarepants!"

"We have to leave now, come on", I said checking my watch and gesturing him to stand up.

"You set an alarm tor that? And spongebob?", He looked amused.

"Shut up"

Luke had an appointment with the doctor today, nothing special. They just wanted to make sure that Luke was healthy and free of alcohol. It was only verbal insurance and couple of blood tests.

When we made our way outside, it was cold and calm. The sky was blue, silent wind blowing. Just like it had always been. I stood face to face with Luke, the keys juggling in my hand in front of him. I thought it would be another of my lucky days where I don't have to drive at all.

"You can drive, you know", I said, holding the keys in his face.

"Hold it, I'm gonna teach you to drive today", He said, pushing the keys back to me.

Why God?

***

"Just relax, you're not going to die!"

The driving lesson had not turned out the way I wanted it to be. Luke had been getting more and more frustrated as I randomly slammed to brakes or cussed at the car taking over. My brain was playing the road destruction scene from Final Destination 2. I hate this I hate this I hate this.

"Just calm down and focus", he placed his hand on my thigh, his hands were really warm. Holy frickity fudgenuggets.

He had really pretty hands. Slender and long, like they were made to play a delicate instrument, I could make out the veins under his pale skin -now is not a good time, I scold myself.

"O-Oh yeah totally", I fixed my eyes on the road, swallowing as I come back to reality. My cheeks were warm, was I blushing? And upon hearing my words, he removed his hand and gave me a reassuring smile. I bet he realized that putting his hand there would ultimately lead to a massive road accident.

***

I kicked my feet against the clinic floor, making a thumping noise.

"Stop, it's annoying", Luke hissed.

Luke had been really anxious ever since we arrived at the clinic, he was fidgeting. I think he just had a phobia of needles.

Dr. Larson had taken his blood sample for some test and had left us to wait until he arrived with the reports. It was so damn boring, they could at least have a flat screen in here.

The room's door opened and Dr. Larson walked in. He was a big burly man, and you probably would have thought he was some junkie working at a local garage if it weren't for his lab coat. He sat down in his chair and eyed Luke with interest.

"Ah, I see your reports are clear", he spun in his revolving chair. I don't like this man.

"Good, so can we just leave now-", Luke said getting up from his chair but the doctor stopped him.

"Mr. Hemmings, you still have to answer some questions before I can let you go", he said, gesturing him to sit down. He also had a rough voice. It seemed like his vocal cords had damaged from years of screaming at the customers at the garage, maybe that's the reason he had to shut down and look for a new profession. At least he is in better circumstances now.

"What was the last time you had alcohol?", Dr. Larson said, chewing his pen.

"A week ago". A day before he arrived, I the did math in my head.

"No drugs?"

"No"

"And last time you had sex?"

"I-I've I m-mean I've never had s-sex", Luke stuttered and and then started to cough, his face cheeks and ears were tinted pink and eyes wide. He stared at the floor, not meeting anyone's gaze.
Dr. Larson asked a couple of more questions which Luke kept answering in a shushed vpice

Fact of the Day: Luke Hemmings was a virgin.

Sweet baby Jesus.

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a/n: petunia is the only reason why I stan 5sos lmaO bye