Love Conquers All - Juke | JATP FANFICTION (BOOK ONE)

2x5. Ugh Demon

Julie's phone alarm goes off. "God, people are sleeping!" She chuckles, getting up, out of Luke's gentle hold. "Guess it's time to get up." He smiles, watching Julie rummage through his bags of 90's clothes. "Whoa, no way!" Julie pulls out an EAGLES shirt. "Rest in peace Glenn Frey." He sighs, and she smiles. "Can I wear this?" Julie asks. "What's mine, is ours." He says. "Blah, you two are sickening." Alex says, putting his head back on his pillow. "Let's leave them sleep." Julie nods, as he poofs them into his room. "Thank you." He nods, as she walks into the bathroom, getting ready for the day. Luke changes into one of his new outfits, and waits for her. "Alright, let's go!" She says, grabbing his hand. "Hmm." He says smiling, before carrying her bag for her. "Ladies first, come on boss!" Luke says, opening the door for her. "Thanks dork." She says, walking out the door, holding his hand. "Do you want me to um sit in again today or just guard you from a far?" Julie frowns thinking of him around, but not near her, she grabs him into a tight hug. "I know I might sound mean, or selfish. But would you mind sitting in again? Because I could ask Flynn!" She says panicking, and he just kisses her slowly. "Whoa." Julie says, in awe of what just happened. "I'll take the seat that's closest to you." Luke then poofs into the kitchen. "Good morning kids." Ray smiles, siping his juice, reading his kindle. "Morning dad, little dude." Luke says, fist bumping Carlos. "Did you two already eat?" Julie asks, as Luke, leans against the counter, drumming softly, as Julie hums the new song Luke pieced together for her. "No, we didn't." Carlos says, finishing his homework. "Do you guys like pancakes?" Luke asks. "I LOVE PANCAKES!" Carlos shouts, as Ray smiles. "We love them! Haven't had them in along time." Julie sighs. "Boss, you want some pancakes?" He asks, hugging her gently. "Sure." Julie smiles, and he grabs all the stuff to make them. "When I was younger, the only thing I learned to cook when I left home, is pancakes, I became slightly addicted." Julie chuckles, slightly nodding her head. "Are they gonna be as good as mom's?" Carlos asks. Ray looks at Luke, as he looks between him and Carlos smiling softly. "Her pancakes are good, I'll try although I can't promise anything." He chuckles, mixing stuff. Julie smiles watching him. "I love this song!" Julie runs to the radio, and turns it up a little. "What's it called?" He smiles. "This Feeling by The Chainsmokers featuring Kelsea Ballerini." He nods, putting the pancakes in the pan. "I'll tell you a story before it tells itself
I'll lay out all my reasons, you'll say that I need help
We all got expectations, and sometimes they go wrong
But no one listens to me, so I put it in this song...."   He hums along, smiling at her singing quietly. "They tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest
They got their hands at my neck this time
But you're the one that I want, if that's really so wrong
Then they don't know what this feeling is like." Luke smiles, putting the pancakes on the table. He sings quietly. "And I say yeah-eah
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
Yeah-eah
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
And I say yeah-eah
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
Yeah-eah
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
I'll tell them a story, they'll sit and nod their heads
I tell you all my secrets, and you tell all your friends
Hold on to your opinions, and stand by what you said (stand by what you said)
In the end, it's my decision, so it's my fault when it ends
They tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest
They got their hands at my neck this time
But you're the one that I want, if that's really so wrong
Then they don't know what this feeling is like
And I say yeah-eah
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
Yeah-eah
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
And I say yeah-eah
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
Yeah-eah
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
I'll tell you a story before it tells itself
I'll lay out all my reasons, you'll say that I need help
We all got expectations, and sometimes they go wrong
But no one listens to me, so I put it in this song
They tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest
They got their hands at my neck this time
But you're the one that I want, if that's really so wrong
Then they don't know what this feeling is like
My friends say no-o, no-o-o
But they don't know
No-o, no-o-o
Yeah, no-o, no-o-o
They don't know
No-o, no-o-o
No, no
And I say no, oh, oh
And I say, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They don't know, oh." After finishing their impromptu duet, they steal some pancakes and head to school. "Hey Julie!" Nick yells, it's very easy to tell whose who, so Luke stands behind her, trying not to be all lovey dovey in front of him. "Hey Nick!" Julie says, as she holds Luke's  pinky. "What's up?" Luke says. "Look at you, this is burning my eyes!" Caleb shouts. "I came  to say I'm sorry." Nick lies, as he lunges towards Julie, Luke stops him, teleporting  him to music. "That demon dweeb!" Julie says hopping off Luke's back. "Can you teach me how to do that?" He kisses her. "Bien sûr princesse." Luke says, chuckling. Then they head to class, dancing all the way through the hallway to this song. "What kind of love have you got?
You should be home but you're not.
A room full of noise and dangerous boys
Still make you thirsty and hot.
I heard about you and that man.
There's just one thing I don't understand.
You say he's a liar and he put out your fire,
How come you still got his gun in your hand?
Victim of love, I see a broken heart.
You got your stories to tell.
Victim of love, it's such an easy part
And you know how to play it so well.
Some people never come clean,
I think you know what I mean, oh.
You're walkin' the wire, pain and desire,
Lookin' for love in between.
Tell me your secrets, I'll tell you mine.
This ain't no time to be cool.
And tell all your girlfriends, your "been around the world" friends
That talk is for losers and fools.
Victim of love, I see a broken heart.
I could be wrong but I'm not, no, I'm not.
Victim of love, we're not so far apart.
Show me what kind of love have you got.
Victim of love, I see a broken heart.
I could be wrong but I'm not.
Victim of love, we're not so far apart.
What kind of love have you got?
Victim of love, you're just a victim of love.
I could be wrong but I'm not, no, I'm not.
Victim of love, now you're a victim of love.
What kind of love have you got?
What kind of love have you got?
What kind of love have you got?"