for the first time in a long time, emma found herself passed out before two in the morning. maya had invited luke over while ashton had to work in the morning, leaving emma with no plans and a strong desire to sleep the night away.
she was dreaming - probably about food - and snuggled tightly in her heap of blankets.
luke had come into her room about two minutes prior, assuming she would be awake like she always was. he was shocked to find her in a deep sleep, and he found himself unable to try and wake her. he was leaning against her door, arms crossed tightly across his chest, as he wondered who in the hell sleeps with eight pillows.
luke decided that him watching her sleep was very creepy and decided to shake the sleeping girl. the moment luke's hands made contact with emma's skin, she opened her eyes. she was a very light sleeper - something luke had just figured out.
emma sat up, a little panicky after being jolted from her peaceful sleep - by luke of all people. she brought her hands up to her face and began rubbing her eyes before extending them into the air and stretching. "you better have a good reason for waking me up, hemmings" she narrowed her eyes at him as her eyes adjusted to the darkness.
luke stood at the end of her bed and was wearing that same damn smirk he always wore. "you have no one to blame but yourself, sweetheart. last time I checked, we had a deal that I bring you to all of my drug encounters" he gave her no time to respond, and grabbed a tight hold on her ankles before yanking her to the edge of the bed. emma kicked her feet at him, causing him to let go.
"I can get out of bed perfectly fine on my own" she muttered and restlessly stood up. she was still a tad groggy and hoped the feeling would disappear soon. emma was about to follow luke out of her room, until she noticed his eyes were staring straight at her outfit. she looked down and mentally cursed herself.
of course, the one night she decides to sleep without pants on. thankfully, the oversized shirt she wore belonged to ashton and reached down to her mid-thigh, so it's not like luke could see anything he wasn't supposed to. but it also wouldn't have been a big deal if luke had seen something, considering he had seen it all before anyways.
"ashton's shirt?" luke asked, as if he was totally oblivious that emma wasn't wearing pants - which in this case she hoped was true.
"mhm" she nodded, tugging the end of the shirt down. she was starting to feel self-conscious under luke's stare.
"I would put some pants on if I were you" luke smirked at her and began leaving her room. right as he reached the door way, he turned around to face her once more. "oh, I would also grab a sweatshirt. it's a little windy out"
emma groaned in embarrassment before slipping on a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt, which also belonged to ashton. why get a boyfriend if you can't steal his clothes - am I right girls?
she avoided looking into her mirror, she was sure she looked like shit and didn't want to feel obligated to fix her appearance. she slipped on a pair of flip flops, grabbed her phone, and walked into the living room.
she noticed luke was nowhere in sight. part of her was hoping he had ditched her and she could go back to sleep, but the other part of her knew he would be waiting by his car downstairs. emma walked out of the apartment making sure to close and lock the door behind her - careful not to wake maya up - as she began the short walk down the stairs and to the parking lot.
as she walked, emma couldn't help but notice how it wasn't windy in the slightest. confusion clouded her mind, causing her to trip over a random object, probably a rock. she didn't completely fall, just stumbled a bit. shit i'm so clumsy, god I hope he didn't see that
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Fanfiction"we don't have to fucking fight it anymore, em." . . . in which luke and emma had a drunken one night stand two years ago, and now they are both dating each other's best friend. [COMPLETED] warning: this will probably be the most cringe fic you h...
