When You Leave →Luke Hemmings←{Slow updates}

6

I just wanted to remind you guys that Luke Hemmings is bae. Also, Jack Barkat is love, Jack Barkat is life. I was talking to my friend, and like out of nowhere she screams ANAL IS LIFE BRO! and I just want to let you know that I will include that in my story because, as quoted, ANAL IS IN FACT LIFE!!! ANYWHOREEEE, I present you with chapter six [unedited]:

The following morning, Stella was awaken by a loud noise. She turned on her lamp, and realized that the noise came from the kitchen. She wasn't suprised that no one had heard it; everyone except for her was a heavy sleeper. She swung her legs off of the side of the bed, scratching at her disheveled hair.

Who the freak would be up at....she looked at her alarm clock: FIVE A.M.?

She walked through her open door, looking both ways before venturing out further. She couldn't see a freaking thing it was so dark, and she felt someone grab her arm.She opened her mouth to scream, before a large hand clamped over it, muffling any noise she would make.

She was about to bite his/her hand, when they spoke in her ear: "Shhhh, you'll wake everyone! I just wanted to find my way into the kitchen." It sounded kinda slurred to Stella, but she recognized the voice.

It was Luke. Why the heck was he here? Stella didn't remember Tom inviting him over. Then it hit her:

Luke was drunk. Holy moly.

"Luke, does Thomas know that you're here?" She asked.

"Nope. I just wanted cookies, so I came here."

"Luke, I hate to burst your bubble, but we have no cookies here."

She led him to her room, shutting the door and turning on her light. She walked over to her nightstand, turning off her "Ghost Town" lamp. It was a sign that said "Welcome to" in small black letters, and "GHOST TOWN" in bold, black letters. It had cute ghosts around the sign, and she simply adored it.

She turned around, looking at Luke. He was crying.

"Luke, are you okay?"

"No," he sobbed quietly, "you bursted my goddamn bubble!"

"Shhhh!" Stella whispered harshly, "You'll wake my family."

"Oh, my gosh. You're really pretty. Can we have anal sex?"

Stella's eyes widened as the words carelessly spilled out of his mouth like vomit.

He got up, smirking, and walked over to where she was standing.

"Luke, no. You're drunk and stupid. We cannot have anal."

"But anal is life!" He said somewhat quietly, ducking his head so that he could place sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on her neck.

She pushed him away, her face flushed.

"Luke! Stop. I have a boyfriend!" She blushed, just thinking about Riley made her stomach churn; like butterflies were on a super fast Ferris wheel in there. He gave her butterflies butterflies. Pretty amazing if you ask her. "Well, technically, he's not my boyfriend, but he will be I hope!"

"See?" He slurred, "It wouldn't be cheating..."

"Luke, don't be a retard. Let's just sit for a moment. I'll go get you whatever I can find."

"Thank you, Stella, you're so fucking cute and nice."

"Thank you, Luke."

With that, she went off into the kitchen, with her phone in her hand, and looked through all of the cabinets before finding doughnuts and a slice of left over pizza on the counter.