Just a Ride Home

A/N Soo.... hello booksiers! I know I haven't posted in awhile, I haven't had access to a computer, half of this writing is on my phone and the other half on my computer, and my phone is being gay and won't let me email it. So! The next few chapters will probably be very poorly edited and not very well split up. There should be a few up tonight(: Thanks!


I woke up in the morning alone, but the smell of pancakes was drifting through the house. I yawned and sat up in bed, I decided I needed to take a shower so I quickly made it to the bathroom and took a lightening fast shower. I brushed through my hair and pulled on sweatpants and an old soccer shirt.

When I got to the kitchen I saw  Luke facing the stove flipping pancakes, at the sound of my footsteps he turned around with a huge smile on his face, "good morning gorgeous!" He smiled, "good morning love!" I said while giving him a quick kiss. "Mmm.. smells good!" He chuckled, "well, I do consider my self quite the pancake expert." He winked at me. "Well.. I am quite the conesuer of pancakes so we'll see huh?" I laughed while taking a seat at the counter. "Try not to pass out, from the sheer deliciousness." He slid the plate across to me "I gotta give it to ya Luke, these are pretty damn good." I said while shoving the pancake into my mouth. "Thank you very much." He said sarcastically.

"So, what would you like to do today?" I asked with a mouth full of pancakey goodness, making him laugh. "Sit here, with my gorgeous girlfriend all day." He's so cute... wait GIRLFRIEND! I suddenly had the urge to dance around the room with a series of jumps and screams involved, but I restrained myself and just smiled and laughed. "Sounds fantastic to me!" I said while leaning forward and sticking my lips out asking for a kiss, he bent over and touched his lips to mine, "thank you." He said while winking at me, "well I had to kiss the chef!" I laughed while walking to the dishwasher to put my plate in. "I'm going to go take a shower," Luke said while walking over to me, "and I could use the company." He whispered in my ear, "I would, but I should probably call the parental units." I whispered back, but truthfully I just didn't want to rush things. Yeah, he had already seen me naked, thanks to Gregory. I've always felt insecure, and even more so now that I was covered in bruises, although the pain was virtually gone. "Okay." He kissed me on the forehead before walking up the steps.

I grabbed the phone off the dock and dialed my mom's number

***Hey baby!***
My mom screamed over the roar of the croud.
***How's the game?***
I semi-shouted into the phone.
***Great! Henry just scored!***
***Awesome! Congradulate him for me!***
***Will do honey, have fun! No parties drinking, or drugs!" ***
***Ha, okay mom!***
***Love you!***
***Love you too, bye.***

Henry was an amazing hockey player, he went to China for a tournament once. Pretty sick. My family spent a lot of time traveling for hockey, but once I was of age I stayed home. Although I did enjoy watching him play, driving a zillion hours was not for me.

I knocked on the door of my room to make sure Luke had clothes on, "come in!" Luke shouted, I opened the door to see a half naked, unbelievably sexy man wearing just boxers standing in front of me. I could feel the color rise in my cheeks as I bit my lower lip. I guess he noticed, he laughed quietly and said "I could say the same thing" with a wink. He moved his finger in a 'come here' motion, which I obviously complied by slowly walking across the room, placing a hand on his stomach when I got close enough to feel his abs tense under the touch. He lowered his head so that he was looking down on me, centimeters from my face yet again.

"Kiss me..." I whispered, which he did. Quite well I might add. We separated, after what seemed like seconds, but was much much longer in reality. "God, you make this hard." I said while gasping for breath, "make what hard?" He said, a little confused "going slow." "Why go slow when you can go fast?" He smiled at me while rubbing my cheek with his thumb. "Luke." I said annoyed, he knows how hard this is for me. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's just, do you know how hard you are to resist?" He pulled me over so we were both sitting on the bed. I laughed quietly, "you have no room to talk mister!" He held my hand in his, "I love you, Norah." I kissed him softly, but pulled away before I could get too carried away, "I love you too."

The rest of the day was spent watching movies, and lounging around the house. It was quite enjoyable I must say. At some point in our movie marathon I fell asleep on the couch. "Norah, babe." Luke whispered while shaking me softly, "wake up." I rose my head off it's resting place in his lap slowly, while regaining consciousness. "I have to go home, love." He said still in hushed tones. "Why? Don't leave!" I wrapped my arms around him making him laugh, "well then I need to go get clothes at least." He ran his fingers through my hair, "I'll go with you!" I pleaded, he smiled with a quiet laugh "Alright."

We arrived at his gorgeous house, and I waited in the living room for him to gather his things. "Ready?" Luke asked as he spun around the corner of the staircase. "Yep!" I jumped off the couch and walked over to him, he wrapped his arm around my face and threw his duffel bag over his shoulder. He slung open the front door, but standing in our way was a short, stick thin girl, with bleach blonde hair. As awful as that sounds, she was kind of pretty to be honest. I glanced at Luke, his face was twisted into a furious expression. "Luke! Babe I missed you!" She threw her arms around his neck, to the point where her feet were almost hanging off the ground. Wait, babe? What the hell?