Flaws•{Hemmings}• (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter Two

•Ashlyn's P.O.V.•

It seems like everybody here wants me to be with Luke.

"You look beautiful Ashlyn! Luke don't you agree? You tell me everyday." Liz shouted from the kitchen. Luke was blushing like crazy and I just took the compliment.

"O my gosh! I've been wanting you guys to get together my whole life. I just sensed it; My soon to be best friend Luke is going to marry a super hot girl named Ashlyn." Calum said.

"Me too! Fandoms!" Mikey screeched.

I just rolled my eyes to each statement.

"You should totally get together with Luke. I ship you guys." Jack, Luke's older brother tells me.

"Do you even know what that is?" I ask Jack.

"Nope. But it sounds cool." Jack states, making everyone laugh.

"Wait I know! Isn't it like..when you want two people to become a couple?" Ben, Luke's other older brother asked.

"Pretty sure." Jack frowned, rubbing his chin.

"I'm going to go help Liz make breakfast." I say then quickly walk to the kitchen. A hand holds me back, grabbing my wrist.

"Hey wait." Luke says spinning me around. "Make it delicious." He tells me, then cheekily smiling.

"That's it?" I ask.

"Yep." Then he walks off.

"Boys." I mutter under my breath, then make the rest of my way to the kitchen.
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"Hey Liz, Do you need any help cooking?" I asked her. She made us call her Liz because she said it made her feel young.

"Yeah actually. Honey, can you make the French toast bake please?" She asked ever so politely.

"Of course. My specialty." I laughed then got my ingredients out. I turned on the stove and made the batter.

"Luke! Can you help Ashlyn cook? We need extra helpers!" Liz yelled. No! Luke is terrible at cooking!

"Sure." Luke walked into the kitchen as Liz walked out. *ugh extreme mental sigh*

"Well, I'm making the French toast bake. So you can stir the batter while I play with the oven."

"Alright, but, playing with ovens is very dange-" I cut him off, slapping him with a rag. He laughed and so did I. As I turned around towards the stove, I touched the pan, setting my hand on flames! No not literally, metaphorically.

"Ow! Mother fffffffffff! Ahhgg that stings!" I cried in pain.

"Oh my gosh are you alright? Here come with me." He dragged me to the bathroom in their maze of a house and set me on the counter.

"What did I tell you about playing with stoves?" He asked me as he nurtured my hand.

"That they're dangerous." I mocked him.

"I told you." He smiled. He was standing very close. So close I could smell his cologne. He was wearing black skinny jeans with a tight black shirt, gray beanie, and the usual, black vans.

"Is it bad?" I ask quietly, whimpering.

"No, as long as you don't let it get near a hot source."

"Yes Dr. Hemmings." I saluted him.

"Care for a lollipop cutie?" He asked me.

"Actually yes." I made the puppy dog eyes and looked at my hand. Luke ran off and returned in an instance.