nerd // luke hemmings [editing]

[ c h a p t e r s e v e n t e e n ]

This will escalate very quickly bc I don't know how to make things very detailed, so fasten your seatbelts. XD

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•Addison•

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"We're all in this toge-"

"On the sunset of her sixteenth birthday, she will prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and-"

"For the first time in forev-"

"Traffic in central -"

"This is the biggest culinary competition in Amer-"

"Wanna be on top?"

"Who lives in a pinapple under the sea? SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!"

Just as I'm about to change the channel for the billionth time, a hand grabs the remote from me.

"No! Don't change it!" Luke's deep voice shouts from behind me. He excitedly sits down beside me on the couch and stares at the television, eating from a bowl of chips.

If anyone called this boy punk rock, I would look at them as if they've sprouted a second head because I swear, he was just a big pile of cute and cuddly eighteen-year old.

"Luke, you are such a baby." I mumble.

He chuckles. "I haven't seen Spongebob in years princess. Well, maybe months, well, weeks, but still, just leave me be." I look at him with a 'really?' look on my face and he shrugs.

I would've been more than glad to tell you that I left his house after that and left him alone to watch some kids' tv show, but that wasn't exactly the case.

I sat cuddled up with him, eating chips and watching tons and tons of episodes of Spongebob.

I guess I was just as much of a kid as he was.

"Holy shit. SPONGEBOB!" Michael yells as he enters the living room.

He jumps on the couch, sitting on my right. He grabs a handful of chips and shoves them into his mouth. Then he sprinkles the cheese-flavoring powder of the chips from his fingers over the bowl of chips.

"Michael! Dude, that's disgusting!" I crinkle my nose as he laughs and grabs another handful of chips.

We sit there like stupid kids until I hear Luke's phone buzz from the coffee table in front of us.

He grabs in phone and taps away on it. A few seconds later, his face drops and his skin pales.

He stays silent for about a minute until he speaks up. "What the actual..." he mumbles, shocked at something he's looking at from his phone.

"Lukey what's wrong?" I ask, worried and confused.

His face changes to a look of anger and he shakes his head slowly. "How could yo- this...this" He says, a tones of shock, disappointment and anger evident in his voice. And I was beyond worried now.

"Luke, buddy, are you alright?" Michael pipes up from behind me.

Luke ignores him and continues staring at his phone in awe.

He urgently stands up from the couch and paces around the room, running his hand roughly over his blonde hair.

"Lukey..." I say.