✎smoothie → l.h.

Six //

"You suck at FIFA, Beth." Michael said, smirking. He punched me in the arm playfully and tugged down his snapback. He'd been wearing it more recently.

"Sorry, I don't think I'm a whizz at this like you, Mikey." I said, chuckling. I slapped his hat down to where he couldn't see. He frowned then pushed it back up.

"Hey hey, be nice. Luke, you need to get your girlfriend under control." He said, with a smirk. I gaped at him.

"Shut up, She's not my girlfriend." Luke growled. He looked over at me and sighed.

"Clarissa is."

"That pig? I'm sorry, she looks like she came from the grave every single fucking time I see her; she throws cake onto her face, bro."

Luke paused the game and frowned at Michael. Michael ate his slice of pizza, beaming at Luke.

"Get that stupid look off your face, Clifford."

"Make me, Hemmings."

Luke gave off a bored expression and threw a pillow at Michael, who had his pizza knocked out of his hands. It fell on the floor with a loud, wet, flop.

"Fuck you!" Michael cried. He reached down quickly to retrieve the slice of pizza, and frowned.

"Five second rule counts, right Beth?" Michael grinned.

"Actually--"

Michael shrugged and took the bite out of the pizza and grinned.

"Gross, Mikey. I was going to say the five second rule never counts. But never mind."

"I do what I want, I'm punk rock; more than I'll ever be." Michael smirked.

"Shut up, you're anything but smart or punk rock." Luke cut in, rolling his eyes. I glanced at Luke, and there was a small glint in his eye; he was up to something.

"What're you doing, Luke?" I asked, hugging a pillow. I scooted over toward him and laid my head against his shoulder, yawning.

"Nothing."

"Can I see?"

"No."

"Aw, why not?" I pouted.

"It's a secret." He looked over at me and smiled.

"Not anymore." I snorted and sat up.

"You tired, Beth?"

"Yeah, a little."

"I can take you home now, if you want."

"Sure. Thanks for inviting me. Where are Ashton and Calum anyways?"

"They went back upstairs. Their doing something, I don't know what, though."

"Oh, okay. Bye, Mikey." I said, waving.

"Bye, Beth. Text me, you still have my number, right?"

"Yeah, I have Ashton's number too. And don't eat anything else off the floor!" I said frowning, but laughing. I slipped on my shoes as Luke grabbed the car keys.

"Okay, okay. Bye, you two."

"I'm coming back," Luke said snorting.

"I don't care. Get out, Luke." Michael said, reaching for another slice of pizza.

Luke's nose scrunched up in disgust in annoyance and put on his shoes. We both walked out the door, and got into his car. He started the engine and drove back to my house.

When we got onto my driveway, Luke parked the car and hummed along to the song that was playing on the radio. He tapped on the wheel to the beat. I looked over at him.

"I'm not surprised you're not the drummer of the band," I smirked, "you're off beat."

Luke frowned and stopped tapping.

"There's a reason I'm the lead vocalist and guitarist." He smirked. We both got out of the car, the cool, crisp wind attacking us. I shivered.

"Are you cold?" Luke asked. I nodded.

"Let's go inside." He said. I pulled my keys from my pocket and unlocked the door, and we both walked in. I slipped off my shoes and jumped on the couch.

"You can stay a little if you want, my mom's been working a lot longer lately, she won't be home until like five." I said, nestling myself into the couch.

Luke nodded and sat down on the other couch across from me. We stayed quiet for a few minutes.

"Do you like me?" He blurted out.

"What?" I said, sternly.

"You heard me." He said quietly.

"As a friend." I mumbled.

He nodded and sighed.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Don't you like Clarissa?"

"I... I do... but we've been drifting a little more lately. We've gotten to more fights. I tell her I love her, but she doesn't even say anything; if she does, she'll just mumble it back too and not even look at me when she says it." Luke frowned; he looked like a kicked puppy.

"Luke," I said, sitting up. I ran over to him and hugged him lightly. I laid my head on his chest. He shook his head.

"I don't understand, she was the one who started liking me first. We started to hang out and I started liking her. I don't know what I did wrong." He sighed.

"Luke, you didn't do anything wrong."

"I feel like I did."

I looked at him, and put my hand on his arm.

"You didn't."