truth or dare? // lrh | EDITING | DO NOT READ

*Chapter 12*

•Amelia's Point Of View;•

The day I dreaded most was here. It was my birthday.

I hated my birthday. I don't see the point in celebrating getting one year closer to your death.

But clearly, Luke had other thoughts.

"Wake up it's a beautiful morning. GET UP LAZY." Luke screamed as he jumped up and down on the bed.

"No, I want to sleep. It's my birthday so I can do what I want." I yelled as shoved my head into my pillow.

"Amelia. Come on baby girl, I have chocolate chip pancakes." Luke cooed in a baby voice. I shot up as I heard the word 'chocolate'.

"I'm up. Where are they?" I asked eagerly, searching around my bedroom with my eyes.

"In the kitchen. But before we go and eat, you need to open your presents." He handed me a few boxes and I rolled my eyes.

"You didn't need to buy me anything. It's only my birthday." I groaned and kissed his cheek. He smiled and pulled me into a hug.

"I wanted to buy you a birthday present, OK?"

"OK, but you didn't have to." I grinned at him and opened the first box. I gasped at what was in there.

"Why did you buy me this?" my cheeks flushed as I saw what the box contained. All while Luke sat there and laughed his arse off.

I put the lid back on the box. Inside was some very frilly and revealing lingerie. I was going to kill that boy.

"I- Im sorry but you should have seen your face." he was trying to breath between laughing at the sight of his red face made me start laughing also.

"I hate you." I mumbled at him as he started calming down.

"No you don't." he kissed my forehead. He knew me too well, and sometimes I swear he knows me better than I know myself.

After that eventful moment, he finally let me have the chocolate chip pancakes. They were delightful.

"Lucas, I didn't know you could cook so well," I smiled at him.

"Oh, I can't cook. I brought them.." He sniggered.

"I knew it was too good to be true." I laughed at him and finished my breakfast.

"What do you want to do today?" he asked as he sipped his orange juice. An idea sprung to my head.

"Let's go to the beach." I smirked and he shrugged. Finishing my breakfast, I sprinted upstairs.

Throwing two towels, sunscreen and a few snacks into my beach bag, I changed into a pink bikini and pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top on, then slipping my feet into my vans. I threw my hair into a messy bun and ran downstairs to see Luke still eating his breakfast, scrolling through Instagram.

"Come on lazy ass, get up. I'm ready." I whined at him and pulled his phone out of his hand, taking a selfie with him when he wasn't ready and posted it with the caption, "This girl is the best;) @Millie5sos"

(Luke had gone onto my account and changed my name. Lame, I know.)

"Argh, ok." He groaned and went upstairs, I don't know what for because he wears the same thing near enough everyday.

I picked up his finished plate and cup and put it in the dishwasher. Then making sure the t.v. and his x box was turned off.

"Luke, your hair looks fine, come on!" I shout up the stairs and bashes could be heard before Luke came down.