Sunday was hell! I mean literal hell! I was so sick! I could barely move. Jack snuck me back some food and water to make up for leaving me at the party, which he didn't remember doing and Luke reminded him. I only know Luke reminded him, because I heard them yelling at each other while I was laying on the bathroom floor this morning.
Needless to say I spent the day in bed. Thankfully one of them covered for me. I'm sure they told them I was just tired from the two long days, which my dad would agree to since I barely slept on the flight.
Shortly after I pulled myself up off the floor I went back to bed, and didn't wake up again till the next day when Luke's alarm went off at five thirty in the morning! It continued to go off every ten minutes, but Luke slept through it while I turned the dumb thing off.
How did I turn off his alarm?
Easy, his phone was charging, and what was his charger plugged into?
That extension cord that I nearly gave him a concussion over!
I pulled the cord, the phone fell, I caught it, and turned the alarm off.
But, it kept going off!
"Luke," I yawned, rolling over to try and go back to sleep, "you've got to get up for school."
Nothing, "Luke!" His alarm answered. "I'm going to break your fucking phone," I turned it off for what felt like the tenth time.
I reached between the wood and pushed on the mattress, "Luke wake up!" The only response I got was a snore, "you've got to be kidding me!"
I was too short to reach over the railing, so I had to climb up the ladder. Luke was cuddling with his pillow unaware of my struggle to get him out of bed. He seemed peaceful, I kinda felt bad for waking him up. Before I tried anything I tossed his phone on his mattress and waited for the next alarm.
On cue the sound blared from his phone speaker, but he didn't budge. "Luke," I shook his foot.
"Stop," he kicked me, almost knocking me off the ladder.
"Ow! Shit," I caught myself, "Jesus Christ Luke! I swear if you leave another bruise on me I'm going to lose it!"
Being that our beds were full-size I had a little room to work around him. Did I want to climb up in his bed? Absolutely not, but the alarm wasn't waking him up. "Luke," I whispered. If I startled him he might throw me over the edge, fearing for my life I proceeded with caution. "Luke," I whispered, poking his bare side again.
The only thing I've learned in my four days of being here is all the boys, with the exception of Connor, sleep shirtless!
"Bridge stop," Luke mumbled in his sleep.
"Wrong girl, now get up," I was a bit louder, while I poked his side again.
"Babe quit," he hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me into his side.
Panic rushed through me, and I tried to get away. "I'm not Bridget Luke!" I pushed against his chest, but he rolled on top of me. His arms wrapped around my waist, his body was pinning me down, and his head was snuggled into my chest. "Luke! Luke," I tried to shoving him off by pushing down on his shoulders, "how the hell are you still sleeping?"
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