Cigarettes

Chapter 34

Luke's POV

As expected, Lay and I haven't slept this night. Everyone left at about half past six in the morning and I felt like a hungover zombie who desperately needed coffee. Lay showed them out as I dragged my tired legs to the kitchen.

As I was walking next to the kitchen table I stepped into something. I looked down and saw my white sock stained with reddish liquid and realized our apartment is a complete mess that stunk of alcohol, sweat and drunk teenagers.

I heard Lay walk back to the kitchen and then she joined me in making coffee.

"Tell me how you make it, yours is always better." I nudged her with my elbow and she chuckled.

"How do you know my coffee is better than yours?" She asked, smiling at me. Her eyes looked a bit tired.

"I might or might not have been secretly drinking it when you'd leave the room to go do something." I admitted and handed her two cups.

"That's why I've always been missing coffee in my cup!" Lay chimed as she came to the realization. I laughed and watched her making us coffee.

Instead of memorizing her ways of making coffee, I stared at her peaceful face and then at her calm hands that were transferring coffee into the cup.

Minutes later it was done and Lay handed me one of the cups.

"Thank you, Mrs. Ward." I smirked playfully and Lay stared at me confusedly. When she realized I made a pun about her age, her mouth dropped in a dramatic manner.

"Rude." She pouted and turned her back to me so she could walk to the living room. I watched her leave when she whined loudly.

"Ew!!" She was picking up her foot and looking at it with a disgusted expression on her face.

"I stepped in it too." I put my wine stained foot up in the air so she could see. Lay looked towards me and her disgusted expression turned into a mocking smile.

"Ha ha." She pointed her finger at me. "Look at your sock."

I wanted to defend myself and say I'm not the only one who stepped in it, but then I realized she wasn't wearing socks.

"Unfair." I mumbled to myself and took a sip of my coffee. It burned my tongue a little but I didn't care. I loved the sweet bitter taste making me more and more awake by every swallow.

I walked into the living room and sat on the couch next to Lay. She was holding her coffee in her lap and looking around the room.

She was probably thinking about who's going to put the furniture back to its place. It will probably end up being me.

"Do you always kiss girls when you're drunk, Luke?" Lay then asked quietly, slapping her mouth as soon as she realized what she had said. Her eyes widened as she looked at me, both of us taken aback.

I didn't know what to answer. Hell, I didn't even know why she's asked me that. I wasn't drunk when we first almost kissed and I wasn't drunk when we kissed today.

I opened my mouth to speak but Lay started again, outrunning me.

"I mean, who knows how many girls you made out with on the new years party... And that was just one I've been to with you when you actually got drunk, who knows about the other parties where I didn't go with-" she rambled, slapping her mouth again in the middle of the sentence.

We stared at each other for a couple of seconds and I wanted to ask what she was talking about.

"I mean" she started again, "You told me you once had sex on the beach so-"