You Can't Have it All || a.g

1.7; Sweet & Torturing

Songs for this Chapter;

Jealous by Nick Jonas (ft Tinashe)
Maria by Justin Bieber
What I Like About You by 5SOS

Ariana

I actually didn't go back to the dorm. I figured that if anyone wanted to know what happened to Graham, they'd try to pay me a visit.
Instead I drove back home, which wasn't far at all. Just thirty minutes away, actually. Luke's eyes scanned my neighborhood's houses, the blue in them lighting up with awe.
I parked into my driveway, and Luke began stuttering, which made me give him a look.
"King Queery, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"I-I- am I meeting your parents, Ariana?" His words stumbled over billions of rocks. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"That's if my mom's home." I say slowly, and my eyes glance around, and I notice her car is here too. I don't say anything about it in fear that Luke might panic further. "My father and I haven't seen each other for months. If you see my mom, just say 'Hi, Ms. Grande,' and be polite, that's all."

"I look like I just beat someone up- which I did- but that's not a good impression!" He exclaimed, his words zipping past all the rocks at just miles per hour.

I let out an airy giggle and he shot me a glare. "Okay, okay, sorry. But this is too funny.." I muse, my hand covering my lips as I finish my fit of laughter.

"Stop it!" He whined, furrowing his eyebrows as his cheek flush red. "It's not funny."

My laughter dies down for a brief moment, and I purse my lips, stifling my laughter for a few seconds until it bursts out again. "Ari!" He groans, flicking my arm gently.

"Okay, fine." I sigh, chuckling softly. "Come on, Lucas." I open my door and get out, shoving the keys into my purse as I approach my house.

"It's so big. What if your mom doesn't like me- Hell, Ari. I live in a fucking apartment."

I take out my house keys and turn the lock gently, unlocking the door and stepping inside. I hear distant barking from upstairs and I come to the conclusion that my dogs are in my room.

"Ari?" A voice asks, coming from the kitchen. It's not my mom but it sure sounds like someone I really love.

"Frankie?" I reply, leaving Luke in front of the door and running to my older brother who scoops me up. I'm sure he's oblivious to Luke's presence but I'm proved wrong.

"You brought a boy home?" He whispers, but my house is large and has very high ceilings. His whisper echos and I see Luke, from my peripheral vision, perk up. He's listening so I give Frankie's arm a discrete pinch.

It doesn't stop him. "Is he your boyfriend? He's fucking sexy, I ship you guys." Nor does it stop there, and my face is getting redder by the second.

"OTP material, for sure. What's his name? Is he bisexual? Does he know the pleasures of having it up the ass because if you don't want him, I'll fucking take him."

I pinch Frankie harder, and he yelps. "Oh, okay, sorry. He's completely straight and you want him to yourself."
He pauses, and examines Luke's beaten up appearance. "Did you guys do sex roleplay or something?"

He's whispering but he's oblivious to the fact that Luke can fucking hear him. "Frankie, this is Luke Hemmings, a close friend of mine." I say, before my brother can continue. It's Frankie's turn to go red in the cheeks. Luke waves a nervous hand and eases his way towards us.

"I'm Luke, and I assume you're the brother." Luke's accent suddenly is posh and polite and I'm certainly amazed. Frankie nods, grinning madly.

"You got into a fight for my sister, huh? Your 'close friend?'" Frankie persists, making his eyebrows have a jumping seizure for a milisecond. Luke is silent but he nods. Frankie shrugs, a smug smirk on his face. I glare at him. "Alright, you faggerdoodles! Have fun. I'll be in the backyard with Zach."