Chapter 22

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by irwins_cake

by irwins_cake

•DEDICATED TO 'xannie16x', 'Hemmo30', 'lukeys_penguin_x' and 'Jaynforevers'•

•Amelia's Point Of View;•

"I'm tired," I complain and snuggle into Luke's chest as he watches t.v.

"Me too." he sighs and yawns, "Are you hungry?"

I nod once and he reaches for his phone from the back pocket of his skinnies. He then types in his password and looks through his contacts, stopping on a Chinese takeaway number.

"Pizza OK?" Luke asks, and I nod again.

He planted a quick kiss on my forehead and I smiled before he got up to go and order. I stretched out on the sofa and looked down at my toes, wiggling them. I then frowned at the chipped blue nail polish that was on my toe nails and got up, ran upstairs, and got my nail polish before coming back down to see that Luke way still on the phone.

I shrugged and slumped onto the sofa, pulling my knees to my chest. Toe by toe, I started to paint them.

Luke came back in and shriveled his nose up at the awful nail polish smell. I must admit, it wasn't pleasant.

"That smell's disgusting," He looked down briefly at my freshly painted toenails.

"You like them?" I wiggled them and laughed, putting the lid back on the pot.

He raised and eyebrow, "They look lovely."

He chuckled and took a seat next to me again and I stretched out. I then propped myself up so that my back was on the arm of the chair, to the side of Luke.

"Wanna play a game?" I picked at the cotton on my leggings and he turned to me.

"What like?"

"Like.. like snakes and ladders!" I gasped, letting my immature side show.

He narrowed his eyes, "Your being totally serious aren't you?" Luke sighed and I smiled before nodding.

Luke sighed, "Fine."

I squealed, clapped my hands together and ran upstairs to get the playing board. I then reached on top of my antique wardrobe and got the old tattered box in my hands. I blew off the small amount of dust and ran back downstairs to meet Luke, who was sat cross-legged on the floor.

I took a seat opposite him and lay out the board, before we got playing.

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"Woooooooo!" Luke screamed, prancing around my living room.

And yes, before you ask, he won. And yes, before you ask, I am a sore loser.

I huffed and slouched on my sofa. I crossed both of my arms over my chest as he stopped and faced me, tilting his head to the right slightly.

"I'm sorry," He made his way to me slowly, "Your such a bad player,"

"Shut up," I gasped and attempted to smack him on the shoulder, but he got away in the knick of time.

The door bell rang, saving me from my thoughts to tackle Luke to the floor. I got up almost immediately and went to the door, swinging it open. I was met by a middle-aged man who handed me two pizza boxes.

"8:20," He mumbled and yawned.

I exchanged him a few notes and he thanked me, before giving me my change and wishing me a good night.

With the pizza boxes in my hands, I carefully closed the door with my foot, making my way to Luke, who was now sat on the sofa.

I peeked through the box holes and the pepperoni immediately shot up my nose, telling me it was Luke's. And so I handed him his, and I opened my own box, my mouth watering at the Ham and Pineapple pizza that lay in front of me.

Wasting no time, we begin to dig in.

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