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16. Luke

When he went on his evening walk to the lake with Gabriel, the last thing he expected was watermelons to start dropping from the sky.

Not that he wasn't grateful or anything, but if whatever gods wanted to gift them with a treat, he would've preferred some fresh candy.

Just the thought of the sky raining his favorite treat was enough to send him into la la land. He could just picture it. Chocolate Kisses galore and Gumdrops aplenty.

"Oi!" Fingers snapped in front of his face, drawing him out of his daydream. "What the fuck are you doing? We have to find cover. Like right the fuck now."

Luke squeaked when a watermelon exploded five feet away from them. "Yeah, yeah. Okay."

Light on his feet, he took off towards the way they came, his best friend hot on his heels. There was no cover they could find, so Gabriel started running around in frantic circles, screaming and cussing hysterically.

Luke blanched at his use of some very creative language. Could that even fit in there-? He stopped his train of thought, grossed out. He didn't want to know.

"What the hell is going on?" Gabriel cried out.

"I prayed to Loki to make it rain chocolate, but he's giving us watermelons instead!" Luke huffed petulantly. "What a jerk!"

"Now is not the time to show off your Norse mythology knowledge! We're going to get killed! Could you imagine what our brothers would say at our funeral?!"

"Yes," Luke told his friend solemnly, but there was a spark in his eyes. He struck a proud pose, nose lifted in the air and hand on his hip. "Lucian Taylor died a death of honor, the first of his line-"

Gabriel snorted, cutting him off. "More like a death of his own idiocy."

"Thanks a lot friend," Luke started with a pout. "You're just jealous."

"Of what, exactly? I don't want to die by getting brained by a fucking watermelon!" Gabe said incredulously.

Luke was so distracted by their argument that he missed the fact that there were no more melons falling from the sky. His eyes widened and he nudged Gabriel to look at what he was seeing. "Is that a soccer ball?"

In the distance, he heard a shout of 'fore!'. Addie's honey voice was distinctive.

"This isn't golf, you crazy woman!" he heard his brother, Nathan shout back at her.

Luke and Gabe shared a look. Huh. So that's where the sneak ran off to. They had asked Marc, but he just waved them off. He looked over at his best friend. "Wanna go over there and say hi to Addie?"

Gabriel was gaping. "What do you think?" he asked, disbelief in his voice and expression. "Of course I do! I'd like to know why they're trying to kill us!"

Luke rolled his eyes at his friends dramatics, but was curious as well. They jogged to Addie's side yard. Gabriel was breathing heavily by the time they got there. When their gazes landed on Addie and Nathan, his eyes immediately went wide. "Is that what I think it is?"

"It's a fucking catapult!" Gabriel exclaimed in surprise. "Are we in the Middle Ages and no one told me?"

Addie and Nathan turned towards them and sent pleasant smiles. Luke was taken aback by her good mood. He expected her to be all out of sorts with everything that happened with Brandon, but she seemed fine. Happy even.

Just the thought reminded him of what Brandon had told them. A slight pink color climbed up his neck and all the way to the tips of his cheeks.

He had been thinking about it at random times throughout the day. He even gossiped about it with North and Silas.