Stepbrother | l.h

22: Vodka and Mums

Chapter Twenty-Two

"Vodka and Mums"

The next few days were great. They consisted of a constant repeat of going to school, going somewhere after school with Luke, and sharing outrageous conversations with Bailey. Her and I had grown really close over the course of the week. And i was right, Ashton and Michael had shared a few conversations with me, and they were just as awesome as Bailey and I's... but don't tell her I said that.

Anyways that brings us to now. I'm in the kitchen with my mom on a Saturday morning discussing wedding plans with my mother.

I bit my nails nervously as i scanned through her binder. Everything she had thought of was beautiful, and i felt bad that a part of me wanted nothing more than to crash this wedding.

I looked up to see her looking at me with hopeful eyes that pained my heart. I couldn't do this to my mom, she's been there for me since i was just learning how to eat. I can't destroy her dream for my own selfish reasons. I cant destroy her dream for Luke.

"Its really beautiful..." i mumbled as i gazed over the pictures of twinkle lights and fake snow scattered everywhere. (she'd decided on a winter theme.)

"Thank you, I just want this to be perfect." She said to me with a kind smile, that made my heart break.

"Mom?" I asked.

"What is it Sweets?" She asked, taking the binder from my hand and flipping through the pages.

"Do you really love Andrew, like really." I asked quietly. So quiet that i doubted that she heard me, my doubts were soon washed away when she opened her mouth to speak.

"I think- I think i do." She said as her face lit up with joy. "I'm going to go see if Andrew has anything he wants me to add to this binder."

"Okay, see you later." I told her, watching her run out of the kitchen and outside somewhere. I knew i had to make a decision that would either break my heart, or break my moms and I was torn on which to pick. But after hearing what my mom had said I knew my answer.

And my answer required me, a box of tissues , supernatural reruns, and a whole lot of ice cream.

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I sat in my bed as i watched Dean die, yet again. I felt horrible for what I was planning to do, but i knew it must be done.

Finally my plan fell into place, starting with Luke knocking on the door of my bedroom and inviting himself in. He had shut the door behind him before running and leaping onto my bed.

"You're bed is comfier than mine." He whined as he snuggled his face into my pillow.

"That's because you have a twin bed with spider man stickers all over it." I joked, a light chuckle leaving my lips. I stopped chucking almost immediately because i needed to keep the mood in order to do what I was dreading to do.

"Why are you sad?" Luke asked, lifting his head from the pillow and twinkling his blue eyes at me.

"I'm not sad." I lied.

"Yes you are."

"No, im not."

"Yes-"

"Luke, I'm not sad!" i yelled cutting him off. He looked shocked as he stared at me.

"I'm sorry, its just you were frowning." He told me quietly. I felt bad for yelling at him, but in order to do this I needed to be strong, or at least look strong on the outside.

- Luke's POV -

I could tell she was sad, I mean you could see it in her eyes. I just didn't know how to get her to tell me why. She was like an unreadable book, with a military lock keeping you from opening to take a peak. I chose to just let it go, she'd probably tell me why when shes ready.

"Luke, I have to talk to you about something serious." She told me, that frown from earlier returning to her face. I hated seeing her like this, i'd rather her always smile and never be sad. I looked at her with a look, that told her to continue.

"I dont know how to say this.. i think we need to- or maybe we should- we should just-" She began, stumbling over her words.

"-You want to stop what we have." I said blankly, cutting her off.

"Yeah.. its not because of you, really, its more me than anything." She told me as she gave me a look that read nothing but pity. When girls says what she said it usually means; Hey its mostly you, I'm just trying to be nice.

"I understand." I told her, not meeting her eyes.

"Its just my mom, I cant do this to her. I think she loves Andrew. Loves, Luke." She told me, reaching her hands out to run them through my hair. I usually loved when she did that, but right now it was just annoying so i swatted her hand away.

"Tell my dad I'll be late for dinner." I snapped at her as i stood up and left her room. I heard her call after me but I just ignored it. All I needed right now is a bottle of vodka, and my mom.

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