Gate Seven || L.H.

Hour Nineteen

I finally finished reading Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist for Luke and was listening to Panic! At The Disco while Luke Skyped with Michael. Luke nudged me with his foot, so looked up and saw him motioning for me to come over to him. So, being too lazy to stand, I crawled over to him. Luke pulled me on his lap and I rested my head on his shoulder while we watched Michael, Calum and Ashton act like big children. I wasn't even sure what they were doing, so I giggled but kept listening to PATD, closing my eyes since I was tired. It was like eleven o'clock in the morning, so I didn't know why I was so tired. Probably from being up all night with Luke.

"HEY LILY!" Michael screamed, making me jump.

"Hi," I said, waiving at the camera. Calum and Ash said hi too before asking when I'm coming to see them.

"Um, coming to London anytime soon?"

"We could if it means we get to see Luke's latest toy," Michael teased. I smiled but his words settled uneasily in my stomach. Latest toy?

"Shut up Michael," Luke said, immediately rushing to my aid. "Lily's not a toy. She's my girlfriend. You're just mad you don't have a girlfriend as cool as Lil."

"I thought you said Mikey was gay," I said, winking at Luke. He laughed and kissed the side of my head while Mikey said, "Not completely Lily. Luke stopped that from happening when we had se-"

"Hey!" Luke shouted, cutting Michael off. "I never did it with you! That was Ashton!"

"No it wasn't!" Ash cried. "It was Calum!"

"Then I must've been drunk!" Cal shouted and we all laughed.

Luke talked to his friends for a little while longer while I fell asleep on his lap, the same Panic! At The Disco song playing in my headphones.

I was poked awake by Luke a little bit later. I jumped before realising it was him and settled against his chest, my eyes sliding closed again as I mumbled, "What?"

"What are you listening to?"

"Build God, Then We'll Talk."

"Well, I don't have anything to build Him with."

"Shut up," I giggled. "I really like this song."

"I do too," Luke said, pulling his guitar out of it's case. I shifted off his lap and sat across from him as he started playing the opening chords to Build God, Then We'll Talk while I began recording him, without him knowing.

"It's these substandard motels on the lalalalala corner of 4th and Fremont Street.

Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing!

Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.

The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde!

And the habit of decomposing right before your very lalalala eyes.

Along with the people inside!

What a wonderful, caricature of intimacy!

Inside, what a wonderful, caricature of intimacy!

Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin,

Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie.

She's getting a job at the firm come Monday!

The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney!