Mrs All American - luke

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When I get home, I can hear music blasting in the living room. It's been a few days since I've seen Luke and I know it's ridiculous, but I miss him. Christmas break is around the corner. It's about six o'clock and I've just gotten back from the store.

India, Becca, and Dylan are all in the living room dancing and drinking. I don't know when they started, but I already know they're all a bit tipsy.

My phone goes off and when I look at it, it's a text from Luke saying he's coming over. I smile and send him a reply.

When I look up, a familiar song has started and Dylan woos as he takes a sip from his beer. A man begins to sing about a girl and how you don't take her home to your mother.

"Sam, join the 80s dance party!" India shouts as she sets her drink down and does a funny dance with Becca.

So I do and laugh at their drunken dance moves. I'm sure the neighbors must hate us now with all the noise we make on a daily basis. I stop dancing when I notice Dylan has stopped and place a hand on his shoulder.

"I need to lay down," he laughs and I help him walk to my room. He lays down on my bed and I head to the kitchen to grab him a glass of water. I return to my room and sit down next to him.

"Please don't throw up in my bed," I whine as he downs the water. He sits up and leans on the headboard.

"Did you tell Luke the big L word yet?" He asks me quietly and rests his hands on his lower stomach.

I sigh and shake my head. "No, I can't say that to him."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't think he'll say it back," I answer honestly. As much as I want to, I know I can't. Because I know as soon as I do, everything will fall apart.

"I would say it back, if I was him," Dylan says and gives me a smile. "You deserve to hear it."

"Yeah, but you're not him," I tell him and he laughs.

"I know," he says. "Sam, be careful with Luke, okay? I know you like him and stuff and I know he's nice to you, but I would hate to see you hurt. You're too nice."

"I am too nice for him, aren't I?" I laugh, but my words still make me a little sad.

"No, I think you're perfect for him. I think he needs someone like you," Dylan says, but I don't know what he means. "You're good for him, but he's no good for you."

"I don't think that's true," I say and cross my arms over my chest. "He might make me mad and we might fight, but that doesn't mean he's not good for me. And if he wasn't, I wouldn't care."

"Because you love him," Dylan smiles. I don't understand Dylan when he's drunk, but I'm glad we're talking about this. "He's a dirtbag, Sam, but you love him and he makes you happy, so I'm happy for you."

"Thank you."

"Don't forget that I will always love you, Sammy," he whispers and his hand is placed on my lower back. He leans in and kisses my cheek. "Okay, Sammy?"

"What the fuck is this?" I turn around and see Luke standing in the doorway. He looks pissed. His hands have turned into fists at his sides.

Dylan and I stand at the same time. "We were talking, dude, calm down," Dylan says and he suddenly looks and sounds very sober.

"I don't give a fuck, don't touch her like that. And don't call her that," Luke says through his teeth.

"You know what, you and your attitude are really starting to get on my fucking nerves," Dylan snaps and I don't think I've ever heard him talk to anyone that way. "I thought we were cool after we talked."