"we don't have to fucking fight it anymore, em." . . . in which luke and emma had a drunken one night stand two years ago, and now they are both dating each other's best friend. [COMPLETED] warning: this will probably be the most cringe fic you have ever read
"Fuck you." Luke growled, his hands clenching into fists at his side. I rolled my eyes, flipping him the middle finger as I stepped back and readied to spin on my heels to leave. "Only in your dreams." I said. He suddenly reached out and grabbed me by the front of my shirt, fisting the fabric in his hands. I blinked i...