Mrs All American - luke

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"Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey," a groan erupts from the back of my throat when I recognize India's voice by my ear. I'm not exactly sure what time it is, but I know it's not time for me to go to class yet. I don't have to be at school until eight. Becca's giggle is next and I hear Dylan in the room, too. I groan again and pull the covers over my head.

"Happy birthday!" Their voices shout.

"Sam, wake up!" Becca shouts and slaps my butt. When I don't move or respond, her body lands on mine and I let out a whine. The scent of her favorite perfume invades my senses and her hair is fanning my face. Seconds later, India and Dylan mimic Becca's actions and have thrown themselves on my bed too.

I somehow manage to turn over so I'm laying on my back and Becca is hovering me, Dylan and India are on either side of me.

"Thank you, guys," I tell them in a sleepy voice and groan again when I notice that it's six in the morning. "It's too early," I whine and rub my tired eyes in attempt to get me to wake up.

"Come on, we're all going to breakfast," India tells me and they all leave besides Dylan. He's already dressed and ready to go, so he curls up into a ball in the middle of my bed, watching me as I rummage through my closet.

"Dylan, I can't believe I'm 22. This is so weird. Oh my God, what do I wear?" I ramble on. I'm usually not this talkative in the morning, but I'm really nervous about tonight. Yesterday India told me we were going to spend the entire day out after I was out of school and then she was going to bring me back to the apartment to spend the night with Luke.

I'm nervous because I don't know what to expect after I come back home and Luke comes over. And it's a bit ridiculous because it's not like we haven't been alone before, but with the recent conversation I had with India and Becca, it's all I've been thinking about lately.

"Sam, you can wear anything you like," Dylan tells me and I smile even though he can't see me. He hasn't been around much lately since he's been extremely busy with work, but I'm glad he's here now. I can't help but feel a little bad because he should probably be resting instead.

"Thanks for being here, I know you're tired," I let him now as I turn around with my clothes in my hands.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Sammy," he smiles and sits up. He's wearing a leather jacket today, his hear is pushed back and hidden in a beanie and wearing his glasses. "I got you something," he adds later on and shushes me when he notices I'm about to protest.

It's a gift card to my favorite book store and I smile, telling him, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Sammy," he says and kisses the top of my head.

After a shower, I head back to my room, where Dylan is looking through all my books in my closet, and get ready in under twenty minutes. I reach for my phone and see that I have a few messages, including one from Luke.

Happy birthday, babe.

I smile, biting my lip as I send him a thank you in reply.

"So India told me about your plans tonight," Dylan suddenly says and when I look up, my eyes meet his on the mirror of my vanity. He's smirking, in a way that reminds me of Luke and I roll my eyes.

"I'm going to kill her, she's insane," I groan and grab my backpack and books. Believe it or not, I can't even fit half of my crap in my backpack so I'm forced to carry it around campus, which is not easy. "Is it a bit ridiculous that I'm nervous?"

Dylan shrugs, but sends me a smile. "It's okay if you are. I mean, I guess you shouldn't be but, who wouldn't, you know?"

I bite my lip, trying to make sense of his words, but it's not really working. "It's just- oh God, I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't be talking to you about this kind of stuff." To say I'm embarrassed is an understatement. This is so rude of me.

But Dylan laughs and my face betrays me by turning red. "Sam, I don't mind," he says as he stands and we both walk out of my room. "I mean, it's not like you and I haven't-"

"Dylan!" I whine and punch his arm. In so many ways he reminds me of Luke, which is strange because I should not be comparing them. I can't help but think of how they're both so open and can talk about just about anything. They're both comfortable in their own skin. Of course, Dylan is much nicer than Luke. Luke is nice too, but he has his own definition of it. "I'm buying you three bibles for Christmas," I say when India and Becca both come out of their rooms.

"If you do that, I might just buy you a book about sex positions," India jokes when we all step out of the apartment and head to the elevator.

"Sam, why do you get so uncomfortable when we talk about these things?" Becca asks when the elevator doors open and we step in. Dylan pushes the button and the doors close again.

"Come on, Sam, we're all friends here," Dylan says and nudges my side. I suddenly feel very cornered and well, very uncomfortable indeed.

When the silence becomes too much, I sigh and grip my books tightly against my chest. "I just think, you know... Sex is a very private thing and everyone else just talks about it like it's no big deal. I mean, sometimes it isn't, but sometimes it is. People have sex all the time, but for the wrong reasons sometimes."

"So what, we're sluts then?" Dylan asks, pretending to be offended and Becca bursts out laughing when the elevator dings and the doors open. We get into Dylan's car and I'm suddenly very glad we're not walking.

As we wait for the car to heat up, I answer Dylan's question. "No, of course not! Having sex doesn't make you one, I just don't work like that. If I did, I would have done it with Luke a long time ago," I say before I can even think about it and they all gape at me. "Don't look at me like that. You wanted me to talk about this so I am."

"Did you have a shot or something before we left the apartment?" India gasps.

I wave her off with a hand. "Moving on, where are we eating?" I ask.

"Anywhere you want," Becca says as she wraps an arm around my shoulder.

So we end up in a small local diner where I get my morning coffee basically everyday. I come here so often almost all the employees know me and my order. The owner of the diner is a very sweet, old man and sometimes he'll give me a free bagel with my coffee. I don't particularly agree with him giving me food for free, but he doesn't mind.

A sigh of relief leaves my mouth once we're inside, where it's so warm and quiet. The diner is decorated with pictures hanging on every wall.

We take our seats and our waitress takes our orders. I figure a nice and big breakfast is the best way to go since we are going to be out most of the day. Neither Becca or India have really told me exactly what we're doing today and I won't keep asking since I know they won't end up telling me. I doubt Dylan knows anything seeing as he looks just as clueless as I.

As for Luke coming over tonight, I figure we're probably just watching a movie or something. There's things to talk about, a lot of them and I want to do that, but I don't know how he'd feel about it. I know I like him and he says he feels the same way, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm constantly asking myself if there's an 'us' at all.

I push the thoughts aside, knowing that I will ruin my day if I keep thinking about it. Instead I focus on my breakfast and try to keep up with the conversation going on at our table. Apparently today will go as follows.

"Okay, Sam, after you're done with classes, we're gonna take you shopping. Don't complain! No buts!" India scolds me when I'm about to protest. I've never been a huge of fan of shopping, I only do it unless I'm in desperate need of new clothes. India and Becca always drag me along to their shopping sprees, I don't really mind seeing as we always have a great time.

"Shopping for what though?" I ask her and Becca suddenly looks up from her food. "I don't really need anything." Dylan is far too busy with his food next to me. He's never been a huge fan of shopping either.

"Lingerie," India and Becca answer at the same time.

a/n: India and Becca really do need bibles smh / i didnt even like this chapter / bye