Mrs All American ❅ Luke Hemmings

Dinner

Chapter 3 - Dinner

In no time (literally no time 'cause I had only 5 minutes to shower), I was wearing the black and white cocktail dress Ash got me, black flats, some mascara and lipstick. It wasn't anything very special, I didn't need to wear a lot of makeup. I was itching to try out my new guitar but didn't have a chance to because the doorbell rang and my mom shouted, "ROSE, GET DOWN HERE!"

I hesitated for a second before abandoning the guitar on my bed and hurried downstairs. Ashton was wearing black jeans and a Green Day shirt which made me feel a bit out of place, until I saw my mother. I have to tell you, she went all out. In a matter of 30 minutes. Wow, that must be a new record. "Hey, mom." I smiled.

"Door!" She hissed and disappeared in the kitchen.

"Alright, alright. It's not like they're gonna die out there, sheesh." I rolled my eyes, heading to the door. By the time I reached it (took me five seconds), the door bell rang again. I pulled the door open, revealing two women, two boys and a blonde girl who was staring up at the sky.

"Err, come in." I smiled politely, opening the door wider to let them in. The women smiled back at me and walked inside. Luke locked stares with me, a small smile on his face. Michael cleared his throat, making me blink and mutter an 'excuse me' before I ran to find Ashton.

I found him setting up the dining table in the dining room. "Ash, Ash, Ash. Oh my gods." I hurried up to my brother, bouncing up and down.

"What's up, Rosie?" He asked.

"Oh, many things. My awkwardness, two guys in the living room, life." I counted.

"Are you here to complain about your life or ask for my help?" He joked.

I decided what I wanted to ask was stupid so I made something up instead. "What are we having for dinner?"

"Homemade lasagna, but it's not actually homemade- shhh, don't tell anyone!" Ashton whispered the last part, making me chuckle. "Why did you ask?" He smiled.

"Ehh, just curious. Okay, bye." I scurried back to the living room, using all my will power to calm myself down. My heart was racing. My palms sweaty. This has never happened before, what's happening to me?! Well, that might be a lie, I think something like this might've happened when I first started dating my ex. I spotted Luke sitting in the living room, on the love seat, scrolling through his phone.

"Hey," I greeted him. He didn't look up from his phone or even acknowledge me. "Uh, Luke?"

This time, his blue eyes darted up to mine. "What?" He snapped. I was a bit taken aback by his tone, I thought he was nicer from our conversations through the window.

"No need to be rude, Hemmings." I frowned, crossing my arms. Though, I was pissed, I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"Aye, Rose!" Michael called as he walked into the room, his hair as blue as ever. "Ignore him, he's a loner. You have xBox? You look like the type of girl who likes xBox."

"Shut up, Clifford. Don't you see I'm talking to Luke?" I looked over at him.

"On a last name basis now, are we?"

"Where's your dad?" I suddenly noticed.

"He's tired so he decided not to come." Michael responded, sitting down next to his sister, whom shifted away. "Where's your father, little Miss Perfect?"

I flinched, looking down at the floor. "I'm going to ch-check if the food's ready." I walked out of the room casually, before the first tear hit the floor and I sprinted back up the stairs to my room. Why did I mention Michael's dad? It's obvious he would ask about mine next. Gods, I always get myself into these situations. I leave my flats at the door, climbed into my bed and hugged that little moustache pillow, who seemed to be like a second Ashton to me.