Imagine [L.H]

47

LACEY'S POV:

"I know a place you'll love," I smile at Luke as I pull him off of his bed.

He groaned loudly, throwing the pillow he had at me, I quickly dodged it.

He scoffed, "you're a badass that can dodge pillows, cool."

I playfully nudge his shoulder, shyly smiling up at him.

"So where are we going?" He asks, grabbing his backpack and adjusting the straps.

"I'm not telling you where," I mumble, grabbing my own backpack and putting it on.

"You could be planning my murder for all I know," he gasped dramatically.

I roll my eyes, "I promise I'm not plotting your death."

"Sure," Luke smirks, grabbing my hips and pulling me towards him.

"I wouldn't mind anything physical," he smirks, desire clear in his voice.

"Kinky," I giggle, pushing him away and walking towards the door.

I suddenly remember I forgot my shoes so I turn back around and crash into Luke who's looking down at me with a blush across his face.

I shake it off and grab my boots that were by his bed and tug them on.

I quickly look Luke up and down and almost burst out laughing.

"Are you really leaving the house without pants and shoes?" I question, biting my lip to contain myself from laughter.

He raises an eyebrow at me before looking down, obviously realizing he forgot something extremely important.

Luke quickly pulls out a pair of black sweats from a drawer and tugs them on, muttering multiple words under his breath, then put on his shoes.

"There?" I asked, getting quite impatient.

He nods, sighing as we walked out of the door.

Luke leads me out towards the living room.

"Michael!" Luke shouts. "We're going out! We'll be back in a few hours or so."

"Wait," I heard a muffled voice yell from upstairs, the voice was then followed by loud footsteps.

"Don't leave the house without-" Michael pauses, eyes narrowed towards me.

What is he looking at?

"Is that a..." Michael trails off, slowly walking towards me.

"A what?" Luke asks, looking down at me, trying to see what Michael was looking at.

My face suddenly goes red, realizing what he was looking at.

I look up at Luke who still seems to be confused. "We're leaving now," I whisper, grabbing Luke's hand and exiting the door.

"What was he talking about?" Luke questions, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

I hesitate before pointing at my neck; a couple of love bites visible to the eye.

"Oh," Luke says, a small blush creeping up with cheeks.

"Yeah," I whisper, feeling my face heat up all over again.

"Luke," I began. "Did you ever finish that song you were working on?"

He nods, "I did finish is actually."

I smile lightly, "sing it to me?"

He hesitates for a moment before beginning to sing the lyrics to his song, no guitar this time.