Nightmares and Fantasies | L.H | supernatural au

Ch. 27

| Noreen's pov |

I wake up in Luke's bed and I'm not quite sure what time it is. I look around but I don't see Luke. I put my hand to my forehead as I feel terrible pain. I'm hungover. I don't remember much of last night except of what happened with Luke. I get out of the bed then I see my phone on the floor. I pick it up and see Michael texted me a few times.

Hey, what happened to the little church plan?

Are you sure you want to take him?

I texted him back.

Yes, we'll do that today.

I'm a little worried about bringing him to a church where there are people all around him. Calming him down will be hard, and people will get scared if he starts a scene. I sigh and put down my phone. I hear the door open and Luke walks in with a towel around his waist.

"What time is it?" I ask him.

"Eleven am," he answers.

I nod and go back to my phone.

You're welcomed to come over if you want. I text Michael.

Okay, I'll be on my way. He replies.

I push back my hair and look for some aspirin I can take for this headache. I see some on Luke's bookshelf but as I reach for it he gets if before I can. I turn around and he gives me a quick kiss. I don't think he enjoyed it though; my mouth probably tastes of alcohol and smoke. They didn't blend together well, and the taste upsets me. Luke hands me the aspirin then I get a glass of water. I take two pills then go to the bathroom to brush my teeth hoping to get this awful taste out of my mouth. I mouth wash after and I feel better. I go into Luke's room and he's sitting on his bed. I sit next to him and rest my head on his shoulder.

"What'd we do last night?" I ask.

"You did some naughty things," he answers with a smile.

"Did we have sex?"

"No, you got really high, we made out, and you gave me a hand-job, and a blow job,"

I want him to ask if he liked it but I just bite my lip. I wonder how big he is; now I'm getting horny. Stop it Noreen. I need to read my bible. Luke holds my hand and I do feel a little bad about getting drunk, but there's no one to scold me about it but myself.

"How'd you sleep?" I ask.

"I can't say well," he answers.

I sigh then I hear the doorbell. That must be Michael. I kiss Luke softly then go downstairs to answer the door. I open the door and Michael walks in slowly. I look behind me and surprised Luke didn't follow me.

"I don't want anyone to get hurt," he says looking at the floor.

His hands are shoved in his pocket and his hair is dyed red now. He won't even look at me; I sigh and bring him into the living room.

"What are you really worried about, who is it that you don't want to get hurt?" I ask.

"Luke, and I hate to admit it, but you," he says, "I just know how bad he'll feel and for it to happen in front of all those people,"

"It's only a try, and if this doesn't work then religion is not our cure for him,"

"He told you the cure Noreen!" His voice rises and I rub my arm unsure.

"I just don't want anyone to die Michael! Is that wrong?" I reply.

"Why don't you keep your voice down?"