When You Leave →Luke Hemmings←{Slow updates}

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Deciding that she didn't want to wake Lila up (because she looked so cute and peaceful in her sleep), she carefully got out of bed and moved the blanket over the little girl again. She decided on wearing a nice, white blouse(that had the most amazing black bow--she loves bows-- on the back) with a comfortable pair of black leggings. Deciding that a pair of vans were okay, she grabbed her old black jacket, thinking that a purses were gay and she didn't need one anyways.

She walked out of her room and into Tom's room, knowing that he was probably asleep and he would only have thirty minutes to get ready. When she walked in, she almost shrieked at the sight before her. Luke was in his boxers, stretching, in his boxers...stretching. Suddenly, she felt herself blush, and quickly turned around and shut the door. She was breathing heavily, not knowing that he had protested, telling her to wait so he could explain why he was in boxers...boxers, shirtless....stretching...and Oh, my god...she had to stop. She got her bookbag off of it's hook on the door and waited.

Luke walked out a minute later, fully clothed, and instead of having Stella bombard him with questions like he thought she would do, she just looked away.

"You look cute," he complimented.

"Thank you." She was just looking around, trying to avoid eye contact with the boy; she wasn't in the mood to talk. "Where is Tom?" She asked, suddenly curious.

"Taking a shit."

She looked at him, eyes widened, astonished he would be so blunt. But then again, it is likely; he's friends with Tom.

"Oh," was all she replied, just waiting for Tom to hurry the *insert f-word here, because Stella doesn't cuss* up so that she could be quick to leave and not talk to the cute boy beside her.

"So, um...you're Tom's sister?"

What a stupid question.

"I think I am. That might be why we live together." She replied, chuckling a little bit. Luke blushed, and she laughed a bit harder.

"What?" He asked, his face turning a darker shade of crimson.

"Well, it's just," she breathed, still laughing: "You usually make me blush, but now it's the other way around." She had her hands on her knees, trying to stop giggling as he pouted.

"Whatever."

Tom walked out before she could respond, and she was thankful. He looked nice; well, somewhat nice. He was wearing a plain black shirt under a matching leather jacket and some grey skinnies. Where was he going? He usually just wears pants and a band shirt. His hair was gelled up into a neat quiff, kinda like Luke's; only Luke has beatiful, soft-looking blonde hair, and Tom has thick, black hair.

Luke looked especially nice. He was wearing a cut-up Rolling stones shirt with black skinnies--which, by the way, also are cut-up--and a matching pair of Vans. He caught her staring, and winked. To her surprise, she didn't blush. To everyone's surprise, she winked back. Luke chuckled, and she joined in; his laughter is contagious. But Tom, Tom was confused as fuck. He didn't seem to understand why his friend and sister were flirting. It was actually kind of grossing him out. He decided to put a stop to it by hurrying them up so they could get to school on time for once.

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Stella looked around the cafeteria, wanting to find the right table; every single time they (her and her group of friends) found a good table, they would get invaded by dorks or preps.

She spotted one, and put her bookbag in one seat, her jacket on the other, and her friends came over and did the same.

They got their lunch and sat down. They always sat in the same order.

Sammy C/ Samantha:Has a good sense of humor and one hell of a smile.

The Bestie/ Jamie: Stella's best friend. Their friendship is totally ironic; their parents are fueding, yet they remain best friends.

Kimmy-Kins/Kimberly: Extremely loyal. Like a dog, only, she's not a dog, she's a Kimmy. She also has the beauty of a queen on coranation day...errday.

Mar-Mar/Marisa:Can impersonate any singer; can also rap like a motherlover.

Autumn/Has no nickname: Can shake her eyes as well as make herself stay serious in the funniest situations. Autumn is like a rose petal, she's beautiful and smells like Beyoncè. And lastly,

Brendie/Brenda:She is super duper craftie, and has this stylish vibe. She knows style like Stella knows Styles (Harry Styles).

The Guys on the table other side are a little harder for Stella to describe:

Max/Maxi Pad: Complete butthole but makes up for it by being hilarious. Also really fluffy.

Juan: Jamie's cousin. They dated until they were seven. He's a douchebag, but bearable none-the-less.

Jonathan: A self-flattering dipwad who thinks everyone who isn't him is worthless.

Riley: A really cute guy who Stella's crushing on. He's really mean, his jokes suck, and he brags too much, but he's nice to her most of the time so she doesn't care.

And last but oh-so least, Cruz: This guy is the leader; he's a bigger jerk than Jonathan. He likes to make people feel like they're no better than a hobo. Stella didn't like him, but what was she to do? If one left, they all left; including Riley. The girls wouldn't leave, they were a gang. If any of them ever fought, nobody would choose sides; they would make the two who are fighting talk it out.

Anyways, at the table, it was like usual; until Jamie spoke up. "Hey, it's Luke."

"From state farm?" Stella asked, turning around. Luke was already behind her, laughing.

"Yes, from state farm." He replied