end up here || luke hemmings

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Luke's POV:
She turned to me blew some smoke and smiled and said "Trouble."
I chuckled a little. I looked at her with a bewildered face and asked her again "What's your real name?"
She laughed and said "Zara, Zara Ronicki."
"I'm Luke, Luke Hemmings." I smiled.
"So Hemmings do you wanna go do something?" She passed me her cigarette and I took a drag. I didn't really cough that time.
"Sure, why not?" I laughed and passed her the cigarette. She put it out in the ash tray and took my hand and lead me to the front of the house. We didn't even say goodbye to anyone. We just took a couple of beers and left.
"By the way I like your Cobain shirt, where'd you get it?" Zara looked at my shirt and tugged on it a little.
"Hot topic." I replied while walking down the lonely street at 5:30 in the morning.
"I love that store! That's where I got this shirt!" she said as she pointed to her def leppard shirt.
"So I have a question." I said to her.
"I might have an answer." she smirked at me and took a sip of her beer as we kept walking down the road.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"My house." she said biting her lip.
"Don't do that." I said while smiling at the ground.
I think when girls bite their lips it's such a fucking turn on.
"Do what!" Zara said while she laughed.
"Bite your lip! It's a huge turn on!" I yelled at her while I covered my eyes with my hands.
"We'll thank you Hemmings for that tip." She said as I uncovered my eyes.
We finally arrived at her house and it wasn't that long of a walk but I learned a lot about her during that walk. She loves the 80s. Her favorite movie is the breakfast club and she was very upset when I said I never saw it. She loves Bon Jovi, Nirvana, Def Leppard, & of course Guns n Roses and Motley Cru. She's 21, and she has a little brother that is 14. She grew up in New York but moved to Australia when she was 12. She used to visit New York a lot when she was younger. Her family moved back to New York during 11th grade and she finished high school there and went to NYU. She moved back here after NYU because she realized that everyone there didn't actually like her and "they were all fake sons of bitches" but she still visits her Mom, Dad, and Brother every now and then. She misses home but she said they hold her back and her grandparents and aunts don't approve of her or her brother and she hates when people talk bad about her brother. So she has a house in Australia, it's the house she moved into when she was 12.
It's a nice house. It has a 'home' vibe. On the outside it has the white picket fence and it has a drive way big enough to fit about 2 cars. There's a little patio outside and then a big front door. It's 3 bedrooms and a huge kitchen, and a huge living room and 2 bathrooms. It's really nice but I think it's too big for just one person.
"Nice place." I said while looking around.
"Thanks." She said as se wandered off to another room.
I looked at the pictures on the walls there was a big one of her and I'm guessing her mom, dad, and brother. It's beautiful, just the scenery alone is beautiful. The picture was taken at the beach, you can see the beautiful sand and waves in the background of the picture. And they all have sun kissed skin and perfectly combed hair. They looked like the picture perfect family. They looked like a family you only see on a postcard or on commercials.
I heard rattling and a whole bunch of noise coming from the room Zara went in so I started to walk towards it. I looked into the doorway and I see Zara crouched in a little corner with a backpack and she's packing it with loads of stuff, I can't even see what she's putting in the bag.
"Watcha doin?" I asked still staring at her.
"Nothin, just packing a little adventure kit." She said while loading more stuff into the bag.
"What kind of stuff are you putting in this 'adventure kit'?" I asked as I walked closer to her to see what she was packing.
"Ya know... fire crackers, spray paint, a couple beers, a stun gun, 2 masks, pepper spray, trip wire, whip cream, marijuana, and a little bit of coke for if your feeling really crazy. Oh and I have 1,000 dollars in cash... For emergencies." She said while zippering up the bag and put it on her back.
"What!? What?! WHat?! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" I screamed at her. But seriously, what the actual fuck is wrong with this woman. What the fuck are we going to do with a fucking stun gun, cocain, marijuana, fire fucking crackers! What the fuck!
"It's just a little fun. Trust me this will be the best night of your life. Are you coming?" she asked while holding the door open for me.
Should I go or should I just leave. What if we get arrested? But what if we have fun and we don't get caught? Should I stay or should I go?

AN: hello I hope you guys like tho story :) I love writing this, it's really fun. I'm going to come out with another book, soon called Stay. I hope you guys like this book. Comment and favorite and add to your library :)