Mrs All American ❅ Luke Hemmings

Unpredictable

Chapter 9 - Unpredictable

"Um, L-Luke-" I stuttered out.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang loudly, causing me to run for it quickly with a rushed 'excuse me'. I looked through the little peephole because it's raining outside and this looks like a scene from a bad horror movie. I do not want to be murdered today.

I saw Laura holding up a very drunk looking Michael and instantly opened up the door. "Hey," I greeted. "What happened? How did you even get here so quickly?"

Laura groaned. "He called me, drunk as shit and asked me to come pick him up. Fortunately, I asked him where he was going before he actually got out of the house so I knew the address to the party, it's really close by, and- yeah, it's a long story. Can we come in, please? I accidentally locked myself out because I'm an idiot and my mom is going to stay in a hotel at the other side of the city due to the thunderstorm going on." She explained, a grimace going over her features as she struggled to hold Michael upright.

"Of course, come in." I stepped back, allowing her to walk in with her brother. I shut the door behind them and helped them to the living room where Luke was sitting, texting someone on his phone with a frown on his face.

He looked up once he noticed us walk in. "Hey, Laura." Luke waved shortly.

She nodded in acknowledgement, dropping her brother on the couch. "Do you mind if we um, stay the night?" Laura asked me, a small blush on her cheeks.

"No, not at all. There's a guest bedroom here on the first floor. Won't be hard to find it, its the door with the 'Guest Bedroom' plaque." I told her, smiling.

Luke glared at Michael, despite the fact that he's still unconscious. What was the history behind these two? They seemed to hate each other.

"Thank you so much, Rose," Laura sighed in relief. "I would hug you right now if I weren't soaking wet." She grinned.

"Is he going to wake up soon?" I asked, looking down at Michael.

"Nope. He's a deep sleeper and alcohol tends to knock him out cold." Laura replied.

"Hey, if you want, you could borrow some of my clothes? You look cold." I offered.

"Y-Yeah, thanks, that would be great."

I nodded and retreated to my room to get her the clothes. Laura looked about my size, I think she could fit into my clothes.

In a few minutes, I was running back downstairs with a bunch of clothes in my arms. When I reached the living room, I saw Luke and Laura having, what looks like, an argument. I didn't know what they were saying because they were whispering but, one thing I do know is, Luke looked freaking pissed.

"Uh, hey guys," I managed a small wave, despite the pile of clothes in my arms. "So, I borrowed some of Ashton's clothes for Michael, he should be able to wear it." I dumped the stuff on Laura, turned on my heel and started walking out of the room.

"Enjoy your stay at Hotel Irwiefornia!" I called over my shoulder.

"She did not just say that." I heard Luke groan in response.

I skipped into the kitchen, opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of grape juice.

As I was turning around, I bumped into something solid. "Eep." I squeaked, looking up into Luke's deep blue eyes. He was smirking. That's a good sign. I think. Probably not.

"Oh, hi there." I chuckled nervously.

"Do you want to get out of here?" He questioned, his eyes sparkling with excitement.