7-Eleven [Lashton AU]

Chapter 29

AN: Playing guitar or is he masturbating?

*Luke's POV*

I initially planned on breaking up with Pamela, but in the end I only dug a deeper grave for myself by denying any feelings I had for Irvin.

I could've ended things with her, but no. The coward side of me had to emerge and now the two of us are sitting on my couch, watching random movies on Netflix. I let her pick what to watch and she picked all the lame movies. I won't say what they are, because they're not worthy enough for me to even say the names.

I pulled up Netflix from my laptop and searched for the firs movie she wanted to watch. Since I had a cable that connected my laptop to the TV in the den, we were able to watch movies from a larger screen rather than my laptop.

She cuddled up to me on the couch as the first movie started to play, but I wasn't paying attention to the movie much.

After the fifth movie I noticed that Pamela had fallen asleep, her head resting on my shoulder. I wanted to go shower, but I didn't want to disrupt her sleep. So I waited for her to either move while being asleep or wake up.

A small snore left her and I chuckled to myself. She was always the kind to snore, but at least she doesn't snore super loud like Jack.

Speaking of him, I could hear his snoring from across the house. His room's next to mine, which really sucks. Especially when I need energy for whatever I have to do the following day. His constant loud snores keep me up all night and I'm always tired the next morning.

Pamela finally moved away from me and I slowly got off the couch, turning off the TV and laptop. I should probably get her a blanket. I think there's an extra one in my room somewhere. I'll go get that for her.

I left the den and made my way over to my room. Jack's snores were getting louder as I got closer to my destination and I really wanted to slam a pillow onto his face to shut him up.

As I approached my room door I felt the cold air hit my feet from the small gap between the door and the ground. I must've left the window open. It was stuffy earlier, so I needed to get some fresh air into the room.

I opened the door and was about to turn on the lights when I saw a dark silhouette before me. My eyes narrowed and I noticed that he was holding some kind of picture frame in his hands. Then I gasped.

There was a stranger in my house and he was standing in my room.

The next thing I knew he threw the picture frame he held in his hands onto my bed and tried desperately to get out from the window, but I ran towards him and pulled him back in the room.

"Jack!" I shouted as I threw the stranger against the floor. He hit the ground with an 'oomf' sound and his voice sounded recognizable, but I couldn't identify whose voice it was. I got on top of him, pinning his arms down and he kicked at me. "Jack, damn it! Get your ass he-"

Suddenly he kneed me right in the stomach, a groan coming out of me. He managed to send more kicks my way until I was off of him. He scrambled onto his feet, but I grabbed his ankle to keep him back in place.

"What's going on?" Jack asked when he finally got to my room. I looked at him and saw that he was looking at the intruder. Jack charged right at the guy, but he somehow got out of my hold and dodged Jack as he leapt out the window. Jack hurried to where the intruder jumped out and groaned. "How did he not break his leg?! He just freaking did some somersault and got up. Oh, come on! Now he's stealing from the mailbox!"

I got back onto my feet and rushed out of my room, going straight for the front door with Jack right behind me.

"Luke, what happ-" I ignored Pamela as I sprinted out the door and ran out to the streets. I glanced both ways to see if I could find the guy, but he was nowhere in sight.