mcdonalds ↣ l.h.

shit

as we were entering the fancy italian restaurant michael grabbed my hand and sat us down.

i smiled softly and scooted my chair in.

luke sat across from us and huffed.

"you okay?" I asked with a concerned look.

"just great." he smiled sarcastically and took a sip of his water before spilling it on his pants.

"fan-fucking-tactic." he groaned and stood up.

"luke! language!" stella gave him a stern look while covering her and ashton's daughter's ears.

"sorry, sweetie." luke smiled and crouched down before he kissed the little girls head.

he then walked to the bathroom and sighed.

wonder what his problem is?

"i can't do this." michael laughed.

"do what?" i asked giving him a face.

"he is in love with you and i don't like it."

***

I'm watching modern family.

ITS SO HOT IN THIS ROOM

ciara, cuddle me.

-Megan