the science project || l.h.

[twenty one] - [feminism]

"How're Luke Jr. and Alfredo doing?" Luke calls from his bed. I inspect the two plants carefully, thanking God that the state of his room hasn't affected our plants. I need to get some cleaning supplies in here. It's a pig sty.

"Good, surprisingly. No thanks to you, lazy little shit," I tease him. The only reason those things are alive is because of his mom. Luke is just no help. He whines.

"I apologize that my plant-taking-care-of skills aren't superb like yours or my mum's, I'm just a boy, okay?" He sniffles. I jot down some observations and mark the date at the top of the page before dog-earing it and shutting my notebook.

"Oliver is just a boy and he can take care of turtles, real, live turtles," I comment. Luke makes an odd squeaking noise that causes me to look over at him. He looks suddenly so excited. A mood change I find quite adorable when dealing with Luke.

"He has turtles?? I had turtles when I was little!" He squeals, sounding like my little sister when she sees cupcakes. A comparison that surprisingly makes a whole lot of sense.

"Yeah, but unlike yours, his have been alive for far more than a week," I joke. He tosses a pillow at me but misses, knocking over a few empty soda cans on his desk. I laugh before sitting down on his bed next to him.

"Mine lived for three months, thank you very much. I fed them and cleaned their tank... They even had names." He smiles, proud of himself. I suddenly remember his infinite Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles quotes he's said and his collection of the shows on Netflix. "Oh God..."

"Raphael, Michelangelo, Donatello, and Leonardo." He grins, his smile as bright as the sun. I groan, falling back onto the bed with a flop. He really is a ten year old. An extremely tall ten year old.

"My brothers had a rat, so I had Splinter too," Luke giggles. I rub my temples, not able to understand his obsession, though it's pretty cute.

"You have issues, Lucas," I say, slapping him lightly with my notebook that I failed to set down. He whimpers and rolls on his side, his arms wrapping around me protectively.

"There's a party tonight. You should come with me," he says, suddenly going from innocent little boy to a grown teenager again. It amazes me how quickly he can turn like that. I shrug and cuddle into his side, arms wrapped around him.

"Depends." I reply. I'm not really in the party mood. I'd rather stay here with him and have a movie marathon consisting of Mean Girls and Clueless. He sighs.

"But we had so much fun last time," Luke says, trailing his fingers up my arm. I shiver, goosebumps raising on my skin. It's strange how a simple touch can effect my body.

"True, but I was half drunk and not as tired and cuddly as I am right now," I pout, holding onto his torso tighter than I was before. He just whines in response.

"Just for a little bit? As soon as you want to leave, we can leave. I promise. I just like seeing you in the party atmosphere. You're a different Olivia," he comments, chuckling a little. Oh, I see now.

"You're not getting anything from me, Hemmings. I have a right to deny you." I joke, pushing his chest lightly. He chuckles and I can see the wheels turning in his brain.

"Women are people too, consent first, feminism," he says, droning his words like a robot. I laugh, opening my mouth to speak, but he continues.

"No, Olivia, I won't pull your hair in bed. That is abuse and I won't tolerate it," he says, cracking up a little himself. Where does this even come from?

"What the hell are you talking about?" I ask, laugh still in my voice. He shrugs, pulling me on top of him and holding me on his chest and closing his eyes.

"I don't know. But I probably will pull your hair in bed. As much as I respect you and your feminine rights or whatever, that's just a given," he says, sounding really sleepy all of the sudden. I blush at the fact that we're actually talking about this.

"You can pull my hair too, if you want. That might help you," he chuckles, a smug smirk on his face. I gasp slightly and slap his chest.

"Let's not talk about this," I say, cheeks still rosy red. He laughs. "You aren't innocent, Parker, don't act like it,"

I just bury my head deep in his chest and inhale his smell. "If you want me to go to that party, you'll need to shut up," I whine, not enjoying the embarrassment of this conversation. Luke chuckles, the vibrations resonating around me.

"Fine, then my lips are sealed. But just so you will join me tonight. Because that dress you wore last time-"

"Lucas Hemmings, shut your trap before I shut it for you," I interrupt, not having this conversation drag on. He whines before saying one last stupid thing.

"Men are people too, abuse, male-ism."

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A/N:

THIS CHAPTER IS HELLA WEIRD IM ON ACID I DONT KNOW WHAT I ACHIEVED WITH THIS

I'm actually not on acid, I'm literally scared of drugs

I'm like a five year old bunny sometimes and then other times it's just like smUT

I'm going to go I don't know what's going on with me

I LOVE YOU GUYS THO

OKAY

BYE

-allie xx