When You Leave →Luke Hemmings←{Slow updates}

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I hope its not complete asss! Im in a stall tn trying to avoid my mom....so its bad excuse any grammar or punctuation mistakes. [unedited]:

Stella stayed awake the rest of that morning, and was currently lying on her bed, staring at the painted clouds on the ceiling.

"Holy moly." She said to herself, "I just--and we--holy fricken' moly. I have to call the bestie."

And so she did.

"Shello?" Jamie's voice sounded groggy, even though it was already two in the afternoon.

"It's Stella."

"No shit." Jamie answered. "Is there something you need? Or do you just love making my life a living hell."

"I need you to come over, please."

"Why can't you come over here?" Jamie asked.

"I can't go out," she started, "I'm sick." and then fake coughed, imitating the blondie from "mean girls"--a movie they had watched a little over a month ago.

"Boo, you whore." Jamie retaliated, laughing afterwards. "I'll be there in about five minutes."

"Yay!" Stella squealed, and then hung up before Jamie could say anymore.

Stella sat on her bed for what felt like hours, before the door opened. Expecting Jamie, she jumped up and said, "Oh, my god, bestie! I had a dream about L-"

"Please don't yell, my head hurts." Luke said gently, and her eyes widened. "You had a dream about who?" He asked, and she thought of a lie.

"Umm...I had a dream about Loki. The god. Thor's brother. Because I like guys with long hair." She blurted, and her face turned red when he chuckled softly.

"Oh, well that makes sense."

"Why are you in here?"

"I feel like ass and crayons and need some aspirin."

"Crayons?"

"Where the fuck is the aspirin, Stella?"

At this, Stella grew agitated. What right had he to be rude to her when he wanted her help? None.

"On the counter, buttface."

Then Jamie walked through the door of her room, glancing at Stella, then at Luke, then at Stella again.

"Que pasa, Luke?"

"I feel like ass and crayons."

"We all feel like that sometimes, but don't worry, that's what dreams are made of." Jamie responded, before Stella--who was still on her bed--screamed out: "Hey now, hey now, this is what dreams are made of!", causing Luke to groan.

"Sorry," she said, and then sat down.

"Girls." He muttered, walking out of her room.

Jamie ran to Stella, squealing like a school girl.

"Oh, my Lord! You and Luke are so my OTP!"

"Your what?" She asked, eyes widening.

"My OTP! 'Ya know, One True Pairing ?"

Stella groaned, "J-lo, I already told you, Luke and I are not together. I'm with Riley."

Jamie laughed. "Crybaby Riley? Oh, my god, Stell. I know you're not for realsies going out with him."

"He's not a crybaby!" Stella whined and Jamie laughed again.

"Yeah, and Obama's white."

"It's not funny!" Stella whined again, playfully hitting Jamie's arm.