RunAway

Thursday

Luke woke up groggily to the sound of nothing, his alarm wasn't blaring in his ears and he didn't have to move to shut it up. That and he'd survived the night, but it felt like he had actually lived more last night than ever before. Slowly his eyes rolled open as he began to take in his surroundings but also his current condition. His chest felt weighted and heavy so that was the first thing he looked at, making him freeze immediately when a messy mop of blonde hair filled his vision. Dante was asleep atop him, and he was shirtless but when Luke looked closer he realised he was shirtless too. What had they done last night? He questioned. His mind a mess since he had drunk more than usual yesterday. He didn't usually ever drink so he was a massive lightweight. Looking around slowly as not to disturb Dante he noticed they were in his room, covers strewn across their bodies lazily while Dante gripped Luke's chest and laid half atop him, their legs intertwined at the end of the bed. Luke sighed and leaned back into the pillow behind him as he accepted his fate and closed his eyes once again, but he would be late for work if he didn't get up eventually. But then again it was Thursday. Luke silently celebrated that day since he always had a day off on Thursday so the office would know not to call. Happily he wrapped his arms around Dante and breathed in the warm air around them both, relishing in the silent morning which luck had brought him. Breathing softly and closing his eyes again Luke prepared to sleep away the morning when all of a sudden he heard a knock at the front door. He waited, hoping it would go away but they knock again louder and it woke Dante up in a nervous panic. The boy jumped up and stared at the door before glancing down at Luke with angry eyes, looks like he would have to deal with this side of him today. Luke sighed and got out of bed slowly while Dante jumped up and prepared to leave the room.

"Wo, calm down. I'm going to answer the door, you need to stay in here in case it's someone important." Luke explained as he picked up a stray tank top from the floor before stepping beside Dante.

"It would be a lot easier if you just let me kill them." He replied seriously as Luke shook his head and laughed.

"No, I have to handle this like an adult. Now go back to sleep, if there is a problem I'll state loudly that, 'I haven't slept all night.' Ok?" Luke bargained as the knocking at the front door grew frantic and angry. Dante groaned and rolled his eyes but walked back to the bed and slowly began to realise that he was only wearing his boxers and a pair of shorts. Luke quickly stepped out of the room and ran to answer the door, flinging it open so the angry knocks would stop pounding around his head.

"What the hell took so long? I've called you a thousand times!" Isla groaned as she looked at Luke who was dazed and tired, his hair ruffled and messy.

"I think my phone is dead." Luke yawned as Isla rolled her eyes and pushed her way into his apartment, barging into the open space and looking around the common room. Luke shut the front door and walked in after her before stretching out the kinks in his back which his unusual sleeping position had given him. Isla scoured the apartment with her eyes as she picked up on the dirty dishes in the sink, empty beers on the counter and open files all across the kitchen table.

"God Luke you need to pick up after yourself, and you know you're a lightweight so why are you drinking?" Isla groaned as Luke stopped her from touching the files, instead moving her aside and doing them himself.

"I know, I know. I had important things to do though and it gets stressful sometimes." Luke replied as Isla sighed and stepped into the kitchen where she washed his dishes slowly after throwing away the empty beers.

"More important things than calling your big sister for our weekly chat?" She asked softly, her eyes falling in despair while Luke mentally kicked himself for forgetting to do that yesterday. He put the case files in a pile softly before turning to her and sighing.