Just One Mistake

I woke up and stretched. I rolled over and smiled, opening my eyes. I grabbed hold of the love of my life's arms, snuggling into him. Luke.

Luke. The one who kept me safe, the one who makes me feel better. The one who makes me feel like I mean something to the world. If there ever was a day in which I felt like I couldn't hang on anymore, like my whole world was falling apart, Luke would be there with a cup of hot chocolate and a cuddle.

He made me laugh, smile, cry, and everything inbetween. No matter what happened, I could be reassured that he was there. He loved me, and I loved him. I literally gave my heart to this boy. And he gave me his.

I loved him. His little simple mind, his humor, his hair, his love, and everything else. I loved Luke.

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I opened my eyes and yawned. Feeling Charlie against me, I smiled. I loved her. She was my loml. Love of my love. Or life. I'm not sure which.

She always says I'm there for her, but really she's there for me, because I never needed anyone as much as I needed her. I loved her hair, and her smile, and how she would dance with me whenever we went anywhere no matter what dance it was or how stupid we looked.

She made me feel good, she made me feel happy. I never felt stupid around her no matter how many times Michael would tell me I was. She understood me. I was hers, and she was mine.

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"Lucas get your ass out of bed!" I pushed him, and then ran over to put more clothes in the suitcase. He was going away on a Christmas trip with his brothers and family for a week to Florida and I was helping him pack because he never knew how many boxers to bring, or how many shirts he needed to pack so he didn't have to wash anything.

It was pretty hard packing for him, considering he's a guy that has the attention span of a gnat and doesn't even wear his own underwear. It took me 20 minutes just to find a pair of his own.

He lazily got up out of bed and stumbled over to the side table, pulling on a shirt and some skinny jeans.

I dropped the shirt I was holding and walked over, wrapping my arms around him. He hugged back, saying in his scratchy morning voice "I love you Charlie."

"I love you too Luke."

"I want cereal."

"We don't have any."

He frowned and put on his penguin slippers, looking ridiculous but adorable.

I took him downstairs where I searched for a box of cereal. While I was looking, someone had came downstairs. I turned around and saw Calum, yawning. He obviously didn't want to get up that early.

"Morning."

"Morning." I said.

"ITS ALMOST CHRISTMAS! ITS ALMOST CHRISTMAS! SANTA IS GOING TO BE COMING! CHARLIE AFTER WE EAT WE HAVE TO MAKE COOKIES AND SET OUT MILK AND CARROTS AND WRITE HIM A LETTER!"

"Luke it's not even Christmas."

"I don't care Calum. It's always Christmas to me you Grinch."

He stood there with a Santa hat on. Where did he even get that?

"The hats from a while ago. A fake Santa said that he was real and I said no and took his hat because he stole it from the real Santa. So Christmas Eve I'm going to give it to the real Santa."

"Luke you idiot he's not real." Calum said.

"Yes he is!"
"No he's not."
"Yes he is! That's how the presents get here!"
"He's not real Luke."
"Shut up Calum go away!"