✔ DRUNK words, SOBER thoughts ✖ hemmings au

21: Syrup

ARI.

I woke up in the morning with a dry throat and a weakened state of mind. But when my eyes fluttered open, they were met with a heartwarming sight that made me smile. With his mouth slightly agape and arms loose around my body, Luke laid peacefully next to me. He was a cute sleeper, a trait I'd never admit out loud because I know he'd never let me live it down. When I squirmed slightly to reposition myself, Luke suddenly grasped onto me tighter. I was stuck and I really needed water to ebb the dryness in my throat. I guessed all the crying really took a toll because when I opened my mouth to wake up the white boy, all that came out was a raspy croak.

"What's wrong with your voice?" Luke pipped up, his eyes still screwed shut. His words were just as raspy as mine and I internally melted from the morning voice. It didn't help either that his normally quiffed hair was flat, making him look more cuddly.

What the hell am I thinking?

"My throat hurts," I told him, wincing from the sting that accompanied my words.

"You sound like you smoke three packs a day," Luke teased. I flicked my middle finger in his face and although his eyes were still closed, he still managed to know my predictable reaction. "I know your middle finger is up."

"Well since you're so good at playing psychic, can you guess what I need right now?" I challenged. Luke's eyes opened and he gazed down at me with a smirk.

"A good morning fúck?" He guessed, snark dripping from his tone. I smacked him in the chest, causing him to giggle.

"You're such a perv," I declared, pushing him away, but Luke continue to hold onto me with a tight grip.

"I'm kidding," he chuckled, "you need water."

"Correct," I confirmed with a satisfied grin. "Hey thanks, by the way, for being there for me. Last night was really tough on me and I'm glad that you were with me. I love you Lucas, you're the bestest friend a girl could ask for."

"Oh, I'm your bestest friend? Ari, I'm so honored," Luke could be so theatrical sometimes it was funny. He smiled at me before loosening up his hold, "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but with you. Ride or die, remember?"

"Ride or die,"

Luke exhaled, finally freeing me from his embrace and sitting up on the bed. After stretching, and me noticing the amount of muscles in his arms, Luke stood up and walked straight for the top drawer in his dresser. He pulled out a pair of grey sweatpants and put them on.

"Want to borrow a pair?" Luke turned around and dangled black sweatpants in the air.

I nodded and he threw them towards me. Surprisingly I was ready that time and I caught them in my hands. After slipping them on, I followed Luke out of his room, down the stairs and into the kitchen. I guessed Mrs. Hemmings knew I was over because when we approached the counter, there were two empty mugs, two plates, two sets of utensils and a note written on a pale yellow card stock.

Luke and Ari,

There's blueberry pancakes on the stove, hot coffee in the maker and fresh fruit and yogurt in the ice box.

Enjoy.

"Your mom loves me," I stated, putting down the note onto the tabletop.

"I think she wants to adopt you," Luke joked, grabbing the large stack of pancakes off of the stove and placing them at the center of the table. "Grab the fruit and yogurt in the fridge, Ari?"

"Sure thing," my voiced cracked again, causing Luke to burst into hysterics. "I'm grabbing a bottle of water too, Lucas."

"Please do. You sound like a little boy hitting puberty," he laughed, distributing pancakes onto each of our plates.