"Luke."
"What?" I mumbled. I pulled the comforter up to my chin, not bothering to open my eyes. Something poked my shoulder.
"I'm hungry."
"Then go make breakfast," I moaned, annoyed. "You know where everything is."
"No, Luke." She sighed, like it was obvious. "You're supposed to do it."
"I don't have to do anything." I retorted, still not turning to face her.
"Please?" She begged, "Pleeeease?"
I sighed, turning to look at her. She sat facing me, her legs crossed, hands clasped together. I just looked at her, not saying a word. "Come on, Luke," She groaned, dropping her hands to her lap. "You owe me a little bit. Last night kind of sucked." She smirked.
"Not true," I shot back, sitting up and grinning at her. "You're just getting selfish, Meredith. You want good sęx and breakfast." She scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"Are you making me food or what?" She asked.
"Yeah, whatever, I'm hungry too." I replied, grabbing a pair of sweatpants from the floor and pulling them on over my boxers.
"Yes!" She smiled as she pulled my t-shirt over her head. I looked at her for a moment, confused. She didn't like wearing my clothes. 'Way too couple-y' she had complained.
"What?" She said defensively. "There is no way in hell I am putting that thing back on." She motioned to the dress she had worn the night before, which lay in a crumpled heap of black fabric on my floor. I shrugged, not caring. She stood up without another word and walked from the room, heading into the living room to wait. I sighed as I pulled myself from bed. What a piece of work.
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wow ok sorry it sucks
hope ur having fun in mexico
keep slaying ♡
