1969 | a.u. a.i

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Grace's P.O.V

We piled up into Brock's car when the party died down. It's close to three in the morning. Felicia couldn't ride with us. She's bringing Luke home. He started to drink again when he took his little nap. That's what she told us.

Before Brock brought anybody home, we cruised around town enjoying the scenery of this small town. I'm leaning against the door with the window down, with the wind blowing in my face. I sigh with a small smile on my face.

We rode around for another hour until, Brock drops me off at my house. I get out of his car and looked back a them, "Thank you for bringing me with y'all. Have a goodnight." They wave at me, "Goodnight Grace. And hey, we will take down Mr. Marshal one of these days." Brock looks up at me.

I nod, "I can not wait." He laughs. I smile at him and wave. He drives off. I sigh and opened the gate door. I walk through and close the gate behind. I walk up the steps and onto my porch. I dip down and grabbed the spare key, that's underneath the doormat.

I put the key in the key hole and unlocked the door. I put the key back where it was. I walk into my house and closed the door quietly. I walk through the dark living room until I hear a groan. I stop in my tracks. I turn on the lamp and was met with a sleeping Ashton on my couch.

He turns in his sleep. He's jerking around. I walk close to him. I get on my knees beside the couch. He starts to whimper. He's never done that. I look at him. He's dressed in black slacks and a silk flower patterned button up shirt, that's tucked into his pants. Why is he here?

Then that's when he moves, I smelled the cigarette smoke. Once again, he was at the bar. I sigh and got up. I grab a blanket and placed it on top of him to keep him warm. I bend down and placed a kiss on his cheek. I turn off the lamp and walked up to my room.

Felicia's P.O.V

I'm driving Luke's car to his house. He's in the back seat, passed out. I check on him through the rear view mirror. I take a left to be on his road. After a couple of minutes, I pull up to his house. I put the car in park and turned off the car. I turn off the headlights.

I take the key out of the ignition and sighed. I leaned against the seat. I prepare myself to get this drunken man out of his car. I look at his keys and got his house key ready. I get out of his car and opened the back door. I look down at him. He's sleeping peacefully.

I never woken him up like this. I don't what he's going to do. I leaned in and shook on his shoulders. Nothing. I brought my lips to his ear, "Luke, wake up." I shook his shoulders again. He didn't even move. I grab his head to turn his face, looking up.

I dip down and placed a long kiss on his lips. I can feel his hands start to move to my head. I pull away and looked at him. His eyes finally opened. He blinks a few times and looks at me, "Well hello." I smile at him. "Come on. Let's get you to bed." I tap his shoulder.

He groans and sits up. I back away and he gets out of the car. He stumbles back. I take his hand and pulled him close to me. I close the door behind him. A smile appear on his lips, "I knew you loved it when I'm close to you." I roll my eyes playfully. "Don't flatter yourself, Hemmings." I say, looking up at him.

He looks at me with his mouth wide opened. I laugh at him, "I'm kidding. Geez don't get sensitive on me now." He rolls his eyes and smacks, "I, Luke Hemmings, does not get sensitive." He sassed. I cackle, "Whatever you say." We make our way to his home.

He kind of sobered up from his little rest. Wasn't much trouble to get him up the steps. I unlock the door and opened it. We stepped in. I closed the door with my foot. He lets go of me, "I can get it from here. Thank you." He placed a quick kiss on my forehead. He walks to his room. I put his keys on the key holder. I lock his door.

I plop down on his couch, leaning against it. I hear the shower being turned on. I lean my head back and closed my eyes. Once I almost drift to sleep, I hear a thud. My eyes shot open and I run to Luke's room. "Luke are you okay?" I asked, through his bathroom door. I hear a groan.

I open the door and he's on the floor with a towel around him. I got on my knees beside him, "What happened?" He sits up, leaning against the toilet. Breathing heavily, he looks over at me, "I slipped on some water and fell pretty hard on the tile. I think I'm fine."

I nod. I scoot closer to him to make sure he was definitely okay. I put my hands on his shoulders, patting his bare skin. Never flinched when I worked my way to his waist. I take my hands away from, "Okay. I'm going to go so you can get dressed." He nods. We get up and I leave the bathroom. I walk back his living room and sat down in his recliner.

I rock while I waited for him. Then I hear his bedroom door being opened. I look over and he's standing at the door. He motions with his head for me to go in there. I get out of the chair and walked to him. I enter his room as he closes the door behind him. "You left some clothes here last time, you slept over. They're over there." He says, pointing to his bed.

I look over and it's some sleeping clothes. An oversized shirt and some sleeping pants. I walk over to his bed and grabbed my clothing. I look back at him, "I'll be quick." He smiles and stalks over to his bed. I walk into his bathroom and changed quickly. I placed the clothes I wore tonight on the counter.

I walk out of the bathroom and he's in his bed facing away from me. He turns when he hears the door close behind me. He pulls back the covers and pats the spot next to him. I smile at him and climb onto his bed. I get underneath the covers. He pulls me close to him. I giggle when he starts to leave kisses all over my face.

He pulls away and looks down at me, "I love you." My eyes widen. I leaned back and looked at him. So he did meant it. I start to feel his face with my hands. He laughs, "What are you doing?" I cup his face, "Making sure you don't have a fever." He chuckles, "I love you. Is that so hard to believe?"

I nod, "Yes." He rolls his eyes playfully, "Why would you think that?" I look at him, "Do you really want me to answer that?" He pulls me close to him and buries his face into my neck. "No." He mumbles, into my neck. I sigh and wrapped my arms around him.

My face buried into his bare shoulder. His hands rub up my back and went to my hair. He plays in it. I relax to his touch. I sigh and melt to his touch. He pulls away and looks at me, "You're so beautiful, Felicia. It hurts me that you don't see yourself, the way I see you."

I look away from him, "It's hard. I get constantly reminded at school that I'm not pretty enough or skinny enough. To be completely honest with you Luke, I never would've thought a guy like you, would even look at a girl like me." His hand cups my face. My brown eyes met with his blue ones.

"Well believe it. Because once Mary Lou and I stopped messing around, I wanted something serious. When I ran into you at the grocery store and our eyes met, I knew something felt right when you smiled at me." He says, looking deep into my eyes. I lean up and place a long sweet kiss on his lips. I pull away, "I love you, too." He smiles and brought me close to him. We had small talk and next we fell asleep.