Friends With Benefits (Luke Hemmings AU)

iii.

I really didn't have the motivation to do anything for the fact of it being Sunday.

So when I finally checked my phone, after watching a good hour of pointless cartoons, I had three text; two from Luke and one from Ash.

Which was kinda weird because Luke was one of those people who could sleep for 15 stright hours and still be tired, and with it only being one in the afternoon he must really be hype for this milkshake.

ASH<3: Hope you have a great time studying, while Micheal and I are having an even better time at the beach, bitches(; followed by a picture, of Micheal's pasty legs, a rare sight considering no matter the temperature, or season all of the lads wear black pants of some sort.

LUKEY: Are we still studying today?

LUKEY: If not that's fine, just remember you probley won't pass without my help....

Cheeky little bastard, Luke is. One second, quite shy lad, next sassy diva. Who does he think he is?

I replied back to Luke telling him I'll be over soon, and nonetheless he sent me a picture of a milkshake.

Oh Luke.

Once I finished, the treacherous 20 minute walk from my house, to McDonald's, to Luke's his milkshake was half gone.

"You drank all my shake!" he whined, after his mum let me in.

I shrugged, before flopping down on his bed, which is the second most comfortable bed besides my own.

"You'll be okay, besides I just saw this really cool recipe for birthday cake milkshakes on Tumblr, we can make later." Luke laid on top of me smothering me with his giraffe length body. "When are you going to stop growing so I don't feel so terribly short?"

He laughed, "Never ever. I'm going to be the tallest bloke on the planet."

"And fattest, if you keep eating like you do!" I giggled.

"Oh definitely fattest!" He said, taking a sloppy slurp of his drink.

I sent a picture to Ashton and Mikey of Luke drinking his milkshake writing,

ME: hanging out with the best fourth of the lads, having the best time of my life. suck it hehe

"Do you understand why X equals 7 now?" Luke asked, 30 minutes into our first section, Analytic Geometry, my worst study which happens to be Luke's best.

"Sure?" I replied in a questioning manner, Luke raising his eyebrow at me. "No, it's just that Mr. Wells, said exactly not to do it that way."

"Well, Mr. Wells is a fucking idiot because I have a 98 average and I solve it this way every time." I love being best friends to a genius.

Luke is the kid in the front who has to hold onto the bottom of his seat to stop himself from answering all the questions. But when he lets himself slip and answers a few in a row he really beats himself up over it.

Before Luke turned hot, he was a chubby little kid, and the other boys used to bully him, bad. Every time he'd open his mouth in class, no matter what he said they would ridicule him. And even though no one bothers him any more, it still had big impacts on him. It's probley why he's so shy.

I smiled at him, "I'll tell Mr. Wells that, when he sees my work on the test."

Luke's face turned red, "Oh no! Please don't! He'll be so mad!"

I busted out in laughter, "I'm joking, love!"

"You're a bitch." he smiled, his face returning to normal color. "But as long as you solve it like this every time, you shouldn't have a problem. Try the next one, start with C's angle then go on." he instructed, leaning over to point to the side of the triangle he was talking about, the sleeve on his plaid shirt coming up that much.