the science project || l.h.

[twenty eight] - [stop telling me what to do, mum]

Luke plops down on his bed, exhaling deeply. I look up at him from his desk chair. I was just organizing everything on the thing, as it's a grave yard for soda cans and candy wrappers. "What's up?" I frown softly. He seems upset.

"My mum yelled at me. She's saying I need to stop being a freeloader and get a job. I guess I'm lazy." He says. He seems really beat up by it. I would mention the fact that I was just organizing his desk for him because it probably hasn't been cleaned in a few years, but it's obvious he isn't up for it.

"You could benefit from a job..." I say. He gives me a glare so I get up and lay down next to him. He rolls away from me. I scoot closer and wrap my arms around his waist, whining.

"I'm not getting a job until it's legal to own a penguin in Australia." He mumbles, turning towards me and burying his head in my shoulder. I play with his hair. "That's never gonna happen, Luke."

"Then... Let's move to somewhere that it is legal. You and me could survive on our own." He yawns. I shrug. "If you want to eat macaroni every day."

He glares at me again. "You can cook." He whines. He looks so tired. It's adorable. "Yeah, but sometimes I don't wanna cook,"

"Well that's not the point. We could go buy a big house and start a new life. Just me and you. We don't need no school. We can, like, drop out and have little mini Lukes and Olivias." He says softly, rubbing his eyes. I just look at him. That's one of the cutest things he's ever said.

"'We don't need no school,' that's exactly why we're staying in school, Lucas." I say. He whines and cuddles closer to me. "But the rest sounds like a pretty good plan."

"We should fly somewhere. Somewhere out of Sydney. Sydney is so boring." He says. I nod, rubbing his back. "Think big, babe." He adds, lifting up his hand and moving it around as if to paint a picture. I think for a second.

"New York. It's perfect there." I say. He looks at me and pouts. "But it's cold." He says. I poke his cute little nose. "But you would look cute in a sweater." I say, pouting too. He rolls his eyes and buries his head back into my neck.

"If I had two tickets out of Sydney, to wherever-"

"New York."

"-to New York... Would you come with me?"

I shrug softly. "Well yeah, of course," I say. His eyes meet mine and he looks serious.

"No, Olivia. I mean like now. Right now. If our plane left in three hours and we had nothing but us and my guitar. Would you?" He asks. I don't know why I have to think about it. I don't, I mean... I love him so much but it's an insane thing to think of. I nod, though, because I know I really would.

Luke's smile grows so big and he hugs me closer to him. I nuzzle my head in his chest. "I'm going to need a ring."

My heart skips a beat and I look at him. "You what?" I ask softly. He nods casually. "Yeah, I mean, we're going to get married."

I feel my insides turn to mush. That is the cutest thing he's ever said in, well, ever. I kiss his lips momentarily. "It better be a nice one, Hemmings," I tease him. He chuckles.

"Of course it will be, Hemmings, anything for the lady," he says. I catch him calling me by his last name and mentally rip all of his fluffy, perfect hair out.

"You're so cute I'm gonna cry marry me." I say, burying my head in his chest. He laughs and holds me.

"I need those plane tickets and that diamond ring first, there, love," he teases. I flick his head. "You need a job for that,"

Luke groans. "Stop telling me what to do, Mum,"

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A/N:

THIS IS SHORT BUT CUTE DONT KILL ME

HAPPY THANKSGIVING BITCHES IN AMERICA

you arent bitches jk

youre fluffy bunnies that i love vvvvvV much and you all deserve an endless supply of chicken nuggets and cuddles <3

luv u

BUT HAPPY REGULAR DAY TO EVERYONE ELSE THAT I ALSO LOVE AND WISH AN ENDLESS SUPPLY OF CHICKEN NUGGS AND CUDDLES TOO WOO

and to whoever is black friday shopping tomorrow bUY ME CLOTHES AND A FLAT IRON PLS

AND CHICKEN NUGGETS IN BULK

AND HARRY STYLES

jk he aint fo sale bish

ANYWAY IM TRAILING OFF

LOVE YOU GUYS MORE THJAN LIFE SORRY FOR THE SLOW UPDATES SCHOOL IS A PILE OF CHEESE

I HATE CHEESE

ANYWAY

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-allie xx