Thunder to your Rain (YA)

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I am so sorry about taking forever to update. It's winter break for me now, so I'll try my hardest to get as much as I can done.

Luke's POV

The gang hurriedly raced to the kitchen leaving me in their dust. I was about to take a very much needed shower though.

Even though I don't smell, I know I need to cleanse myself. My mom always says she feels like a new person after a shower and I definitely agree.

I close the bathroom door and throw my towel over the shower rod. I've heard many of my friends complain about having to share a bathroom but Kamryn is super clean. It's how our mom raised us to be.

I throw off my school clothes and hop in the shower.

Just the feeling of this soap on my skin and the hot water against my body and the feeling of my feet against the bathtub are a sensory overload. Showers are underrated, especially when people take them for granted.

There are billions of people worldwide who can't afford to cleanse themselves. So every time I take a shower, I think about how lucky I am to be able to do that.

I quickly wash up and hop out of the shower to towel dry my hair. I put my clothes on quickly afterwards. Then, I bend down to grab the cleaning spray and rubber gloves from underneath the sink, and sponge off of the side of the tub.

Even though this is a bathroom I share with Kamryn my mom routinely comes in here to make sure everything is tidy. She thrives when everything is clean and has instilled that in us for as long as I can remember.

Even if I can't see the dirt it doesn't hurt to still clean anyways. I scrub the tub for a good five minutes before deciding that it's clean.

I wonder what Rain is doing right now. I grab my phone out of my backpack. It reads 5:22. She's probably doing her homework right now. Or maybe not. She could be on her phone on Insta or Netflix. Or maybe she's watching some YouTube videos.

Is she even home yet? Or is she with her friends. How long does it take her to get home? These are questions I should know the fucking answers to.

Since I want to know so badly I should just text her. But what if she's actually busy and I disturb her. What if she's been waiting for me to text her and not wanting to make the first move. What if she hasn't been thinking about me at all and I'm delusional.

I should probably stop worrying about it and just join everyone else. I need to put some pep in my step considering they're eating MY dinner. I don't know how my mom manages to make enough food for six extra mouths. She can barely handle the five of us. (Me, Her, Dad, Kamryn, and our little sister, Milo).

My friends are vultures but they're not gonna eat that much, they know better.

Jogging out of my room I find my spot at the table in between Noah and Zion. Everyone is quietly stuffing their face when I arrive.

I look around to see that everyone got a very small portion of everything they wanted but made sure there was enough for my family. That's respect right there. Another thing my mom is really big on is respect. Whether it's respecting others or respecting yourself, respect is important in all aspects of life.

Jaime is to the left of Zion at the table. Jasper, Cole, and Timothy are eating in the dining room. I'll have to make sure they really clean up after themselves because Cole is kind of messy.

Noah looks at me before breaking a piece of jerk chicken and handing it to me. Zion slides a plate over to me and it's already full of food.

"Thanks," I say digging in.