stupid little things || luke hemmings

Chapter 9

Jordan's POV:

If there is one thing I can pride myself in when it comes to my personality, it's my ability to fly under the radar. I've pretty much mastered the art of making it seem as if I don't exist.

But tonight it seems like I don't have that option.

After digging through my suitcase for a solid 5 minutes after showering, I realize what "I got your back ;)" means in Tyler language.

It translates roughly to "I'm gonna pack you 10 dresses that are gonna show every inch of your skin possible while still being deemed clothing."

"For fucks sake Ty!" I cringe, dropping one of the lace-filled garments back in as I hear Luke turn the shower off. I look down at myself; still in thong and a strapless bra. Probably not the best thing to be wearing when your best friend comes back in the room. I hear the blow-dryer kick on and know I have a few minutes left.

If you weren't halfway across the world I'd murder you right now

I type the message to Ty, pressing the send button harder than I need to. She starts typing back immediately, meaning she was waiting by the phone.

So you found my stash I lent you ;) you're welcome

Im so done with you

The next messages come in quick succession.

I say go with the blue one

SLAY J SLAY

that rhymed

I should be a poet

or a rapper

Paul is yelling at me for being on my phone. PEACE OUT LOVE U PARTY HARD

I groan, throwing my phone onto the bed and grabbing a deep blue dress out of the bag and slipping it on without looking at it, knowing if I actually examined it I'd probably scream and crawl back into my sweatpants, making an excuse that I'm tired or can't find anything to wear and watch netflix on my laptop while the boys partied.

I adjust it, examining the front. It has straps, a lower cut V showing off cleavage. There's a small diamond cut out centered on the rib cage, side cut outs framing it. It's skin tight the rest of the way down; not that it goes down very far in the first place.

I reach behind me, starting the zipper from the bottom, inching it up just enough for me to use every ounce of my flexibility and reach behind me over my shoulder, grabbing the little piece of metal and dragging it up to the top of the track. It's quite the struggle but I manage, pulling it down on my legs just as Luke walks out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel slung low on his waist but hair dried and laying flat.

"Bathrooms yours, but I still gotta qui- " he stops mid sentence, and failing to cover his slight gasp with a cough. "I still gotta um, do my hair. You look great, by the way."

"Thanks, courtesy of Ty," I gesture to the get up jokingly, suddenly wondering why I was nervous about it in the first place. I'm just going out with the boys. Nobody to impress.

Grabbing my make up bag, I skip towards the bathroom excitedly. I hear Luke singing I Don't Wanna Be In Love by Good Charlotte. I grin, swiping some concealer under my eyes before peaking out.

"Wow you know they have other songs too!?" I exclaim mockingly, just to piss him off and I receive a middle finger thrown up behind his back as he rummages through his bag. I blink a few times as I watch the muscles ripple under his skin, refocusing and heading back into the bathroom.