I woke up in an unfamiliar room, which made me panic a little bit until I remembered that I was at Luke's.
Here I was, waking up in Luke's bed, someone who I hardly knew anything about.
I only laid there for a few minutes before actually getting up, running my hands through my dyed blue hair and sighing heavily. My sweater was still on the floor, so I grabbed it, along my bag that was still laying in the corner of Luke's room. I stuffed my sweater in my bag and checked the time, groaning at the realization that I was nearly two hours late to work.
It was only just then that I realized Luke wasn't in the room and I got curious as to where he was.
I left the room carefully, adjusting my top before walking carefully down the stairs. The sound of humming made me pause and move a little slower.
I knew it was Luke, and I didn't want him to know that I left. I just wanted to get out there as fast as possible so I could run home quickly to change for work, it wouldn't be that big of a deal if I was late or not, but it was still something that bothered me.
Once I made it to the front door, I grabbed my shoes and left the house quietly. After slipping my shoes on outside the door, I vaguely remembered how to get back home but I'm sure I wouldn't get lost.
I never should have came over in the first place, I wouldn't have woken up late and I wouldn't have to be in such a rush right now. I couldn't be mad at Luke though, it was my fault for accepting the invite in the first place.
That was all I could think of while I walked home quickly, running once in awhile when I felt like I had the energy.
As I approached my house, I slowed down, realizing that there was a car in the driveway.
I cursed quietly and went inside the house anyways, going to run upstairs to my room but cringing at the voice that I heard yell my name from the kitchen.
"Fuck," I muttered, walking back down the stairs into the kitchen. I glanced into the room, biting my lip when I saw my mother sitting at the kitchen table, crossing her arms over chest.
She huffed, pushing herself up from her seat, "Jenna, where were you last night?" She asked, still crossing her arms over her chest.
"Just a frie-" Before I could finish, she cut me off abruptly.
"You could have at least left a note or something, just so I knew where you were." My mother spat, uncrossing her arms from her chest and tossing them to her sides.
My mouth dropped then, because she never really understood that I always left notes, and the one night I don't; she's home.
I ran my fingers through my hair and gritted my teeth slightly, glancing up at her.
"Where were you last night? Where were you the night before? In fact, where have you been in general? Because it hasn't been here, you haven't been here to see that I have been leaving notes of where I've been when I do leave." I snapped, crossing my arms over my own chest.
She looked as if she was about to start yelling, but instead she groaned loudly and turned away from me with a short sigh.
I scoffed before turning away also and walking back upstairs, changing like what I had originally planned to do. All I did was get another tshirt and new jeans before I went back downstairs again.
The first thing I saw was my mom standing at the bottom of the stairs, making me sigh quietly and just look at her as she looked back at me.
"Where do you think you're going?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
I walked past her, slipping my shoes on before glancing at her again, "Work." I mumbled before leaving, slamming the door.
Usually when she was home, we just avoided each other. We never got along and trying never helps. As much as I hate it when she's not home, I hate it more when she is home. I can't decide wether or not I like being home alone or being with her more.
Instead of walking to work, I walked the opposite way that led me back to Luke's house. I did call Michael though, just to tell him I wouldn't be coming into work today.
He didn't mind, and said it was okay because of the amount of times he's left me at work alone (count: it's a lot).
I don't know why my first thought was to go back to Luke's when I left, but I kind of felt bad for leaving.
Once I finally got back to his house, surprisingly not getting lost again, I knocked on the door, shifting on my feet.
I heard a whine and a few high pitched barks that made me smile widely because I knew what it was, but that only made me think as to why I never heard it last night.
After a minute, the door opened slightly and I was met with Luke again, who had his hair styled again with his usual attire on.
"Oh." He said softly and I could have sworn his voice broke, "Hey." Luke added, opening the door more so I could come in again.
I cleared my throat, smiling weakly when I saw the same pup that I brought to the shop Luke worked in, except a bit bigger.
He had turned around but he turned to face me again, his eyes were slightly red, as if he'd been crying.
"Why'd you come back?" He asked softly, running a hand through his hair, "Actually, you don't have to answer that. I can understand, you probably didn't want to stay here much longer since I'm, uh, me."
I frowned at him, but I didn't want to make a big deal about it so I ignored it and scratched the back of my neck, "I left because I was late for something, and I felt bad for leaving so I came back anyways." I murmured, looking up at him.
Luke nodded slightly, playing with his lip ring, "Oh."
He coughed slightly, "I made something for lunch, I don't know if you still want it, but.." Luke says, glancing into the kitchen.
I nodded, smiling, "That would be great, thanks."
Luke just smiled back and pressed his hand against the back of my shoulder, guiding me into the kitchen with his finger tips resting gently against the skin.
There were two sandwiches on the counter, one that Luke handed to me and the other that he took for himself.
After a few minutes, both of us were nearly done the sandwiches that Luke had prepared beforehand (which made me feel bad for leaving because he'd made one for both of us).
"Hey, music note," I hummed, looking up at him because we were both sat beside each other on the counter.
He smiled at the name, finishing the last bit of his snack before humming in response. I bit my lip, also finishing before continuing to speak, "You're not busy at all today, right?" I asked, still looking at him.
Luke shook his head, "No, I'm not, why?"
I looked back down at my lap and blushed, "Do you want to go out later, maybe? I dunno.."
Almost a second later, he responded with a rushed 'Of course' and a few quick nods that made me giggle.
"Great," I grinned, "But, I really don't have anything to do until then, can we just hang out here maybe?"
He nodded again, sliding off the counter, "Yeah, that's alright. Do you want to watch some more movies?"
"Yeah," I hum, running a hand through my hair, "Movie days are good." Which they are, and I felt like today was going to end up end good after all.
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ok the next few chapters are gonna have more luke in them like this one !! i'm excited bc i mean jem and luke are so cute
also fun fact
jem is a re AL person and yes thats it she exists hello shes not fictional
ok so yeah thts all i got to say nd i hope this fic starts going somewhere soon i'm excited lov all of u
stooch
