Locked (l.h)

Eight

We pause once we reach Luke's front door.

"I'm sorry if my moms a bit...weird. Just ignore her and she'll leave you alone."

"I'm sure your moms great, Luke. I mean, she can't be any weirder than my mom."

He opens the door and his mom is already standing in the hall, a plate of cookies in her hand.

"Hello Luke, who's the friend?" She smiles.

"Mom, this is Jane." He sighs.

"Nice to meet you Jane."

"Great to meet you too, Mrs Hemmings."

"Call me Liz, would you like a cookie?" She asks, holding out the plate.

"Yes, thank you." I say, taking a large chocolate cookie from the plate.

"Luke loves these cookies, his favorite ones were some little penguin ones I made once covered in glitter and-"

"Okay, we're going now mom, thanks for being embarrassing." He says as he grabs my hand and pulls me up the stairs. He swings open his bedroom door before pulling me into the room and shutting it behind us.

"I can see why you like these." I mumble, still chewing on my cookie. "These taste amazing!"

"I told you she was annoying." He mutters, checking his hair in the mirror.

"Compared to mine she's great, mine would just be lecturing you about your outfit, and your piercing, and your friends and-"

"I get it Jane, your mom sounds annoying as fuck."

"Hey! Don't swear!"

"You know, you remind me of my mom sometimes."

"What, I bake great cookies?" I joke.

"No." He laughs. "With the whole not swearing thing, and being such a well behaved person yet still fun to be around."

"Two things similar, we're practically twins!" I exclaim sarcastically.

"I never realised how sarcastic you were." He says, jokingly throwing a pillow at me.

We sit in silence for a few minutes while I take in his room. His clothes, mainly black, were scattered across his floor and video games covered his desk.

"Your rooms...interesting." I say, looking at the walls which were covered in posters of bands I'd never heard of.

"Thanks, I guess. I bet yours is covered in math posters." He laughs.

"No! Well, okay it is, but that was moms fault!"

"Your mom puts math posters on your walls?"

"They've been there since I was little, she thought they would make me clever and I don't want to get rid of them in case I hurt her feelings."

"How are you so nice?" He asks.

"What do you mean?"

"You care so much about your moms feelings, you don't want to take down posters in case you hurt her, it's kinda cute."

"Well, we are opposites. I don't understand how you can like so many different bands..."

"Music's a distraction, an escape from the real world."

"That's deep Luke, didn't know you were so deep."

"Neither did I." He mumbles in reply, sounding slightly distracted.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"Luke, I'm not like the others, you know, you can tell me if something's wrong."