discovered [m.c]

05

buckle up my friends were going for a ride

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[scarlett]

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I wake up the next morning, and see that my room is a mess. There's chip bags, and soda bottles, and candy wrappers scattered over my bedroom floor. I look over to the small couch in my room to see Luke asleep, about to fall off of it.

I chuckle quietly to myself, and get off of my bed silently, and sneakily tiptoe over to him. Just as I'm about to push him onto the floor, my brother comes into my room.

"You better want to get him out of here, moms coming home in like 10 minutes," he says.

"And when did you find this out?" I ask him.

"This morning when she called. Duh," Brat.

"And is there any particular reason you didn't tell me this?" I ask getting irritated.

"Yes there is but I'm not going to tell you," he says sticking his tongue out at me.

"You're such a asshole," I tell him. "Now get out of my room,"

He obeys, and I look down to see Luke is still sleeping very soundly. I decide to mess with him again, and I sneak behind the couch. I lean over and push him off, and duck behind the back before he can see me.

I hear him groan, and I stand up to see he is sprawled over my carpet. I laugh, and tell him my mom is coming home soon. He groans and finally gets up.

He walks over to the mirror behind my door and once he sees his reflection, he scrunches his nose up in disgust.

"Ew. Do you have a brush or something I can use. My hair looks like a prairie or something,"

I laugh because his hair looks fine to me, it looks like it always does, up in its regular quiff that is higher than my grades.

I hand him my brush after about a good five minutes he gets it how he wants it. I see no difference in the way it looked before to the way he has it now, but I don't say anything. He seems pleased with it.

Finally, he grabs his flannel, and walks out my bedroom door. I walk down the stairs with him and out the door where it is still lightly snowing. He climbs into his car and backs out my driveway, waving. I wave back and finally his car is gone.

I walk back into the house and fall onto the living room couch.

I close my eyes and begin to slowly drift asleep on the couch.

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Before I know it its Thursday, and pretty much half of my break is over, which I spent doing almost nothing.

I wake up Thursday morning and clinch my eyes from the sunlight drifting through my window. I get up to close the blinds, but I see a car parked in the driveway, that doesn't belong to me or my mom.

I recognize the vehicle as Lukes, and run down the stairs.

I open the front door, where he's standing, and he must see the confused look on my face.

"Why are you here?" I ask him totally lost as to why he's at my house at 7:45 on a Thursday morning.

"To take you shopping for your date of course. Why else would I be here?"

Date?

The date! Oh my god I cant believe I forgot about it!

"Holy shit! I totally forgot about the date! Damn that's today isn't it?" I yell frantically.