Stepbrother | l.h

23: Is he REALLY drunk?

Chapter Twenty-three

"Is he REALLY drunk?"

To say Luke came home drunk tonight was an understatement.

To say Luke came home wasted tonight was an understatement.

Even to say Luke came home smashed was an understatement.

He was so drunk that i actually feared for his health.

He came into the house around 3 am, stumbling and whispering incoherent words. I had been waiting for him to come home, sitting on the couch quietly, but i didn't expect him to come home like this.

"Luke." I whispered to him as i tried to help him stand up straight. He mumbled something i didn't understand and looked up to me with pleading eyes.

"Luke, I don't know what you said. You need to tell me what happened tonight." I said as i wiped a tear from his cheek that had dripped down from his eye.

"You're a bitch, did you know that?" He said, chuckling to himself as if what he said was the funniest thing in the world.

"Yes Luke, I know." I said with a frown as i led him over to the couch, forcing him to sit.

"I really loved you." He spat at me with a look of disgust. My eyes widened at his words, Love? He knew how much that word meant to me. I brushed off his words with the thought of he was only drunk.

"God, you're a bitch. A real sweet bitch because you care so much about your mom, but, I still hate you for doing this to me." Luke ranted, his breathing coming uneven.

"I trusted you, i thought you wouldn't leave me like everyone else in my life. But, oh, was I wrong." The way Luke started breathing was starting to make me worry.

"Luke, please, try to calm down." i pleaded, placing a hand on his chest.

"The part that hurts the most is you could do that without a batt of remorse." Luke spat, swatting my hand off of his chest with a look of disgust.

"Luke, is that what you really think?" I asked quietly as i stared at my feet.

"Yes, it what i think." He said with a proud smile, that in any other occasion i'd laugh at but not tonight.

"Luke.. I hated doing that, I only did it because i thought it was what was best for both of us. No more sneaking around, or having to hide our affection for each other. I guess in my mind i thought we could just be brother in sister and forget about our feelings.. which seems pretty stupid now." I mumbled as i looked Luke in the eye. For a second he looked shocked, but it was immediately replaced by a scowl.

"Liar." He spat through gritted teeth. I should have known better than explaining my actions to a drunk man.

All of the sudden the stair light flicked on and i heard Andrew call downstairs to see if anyone was awake. I placed my finger on Luke's lips telling him to be quiet.

"Its just me! I was hungry!" I called back upstairs. Luke stuck out his tongue and licked my finger, I flicked my eyes towards him and saw a goofy grin on his face before returning my attention to the top of the stairs.

"Oh okay, don't forget to turn the lights off." Andrew called back down, the stair light being flicked off. I let out a sigh of relief as i took my finger off of Luke's lips and wiped off the remanding spit onto my pant leg.

"Come on." I told him as i pulled him off the couch and out the back door. Staying inside was too risky and I didn't want Luke getting in trouble for being so drunk. I pulled him over to the pool and sat him in a nearby pool chair, so he didn't fall over.

"Luke.." I began slowly. " Can you just tell me where you were tonight?"

"With my mum." He stated simply with lop-sided grin.

"With your mum? Did she give you the alcohol?" I asked. He shook his head no then got up off the chair and clumsily made his way over to the pool.

"Michael did." He slurred as he stared into the pool as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"Michael?" I asked. I couldn't believe Michael would give Luke this much alcohol. "That little.."

i whipped out my phone and began spam texting michael, blowing up on him about letting Luke get this drunk.

"Who are you texting?" Luke asked as he tried to get a glimpse of my screen.

"Michael." I spat out, my fingers moving speedily across my phone screen.

"Why?"

"I'm telling him how I'm gonna bitch slap him to the U.S next time I see him."

"What!?" Luke shrieked with wide eyes. He shook his head then grabbed my shoulders and pushed me into the pool before i could press send.

The water was freezing, and it didn't help that i was still wearing my pajamas. I popped my head out and glared at Luke.

"What. The. FUck Lucas!" I screamed. I stared at my phone, the screen was shattered and white. Completely broken.

"Pool Party!" He giggled before jumping into the pool with me, splashing me in the face with water. And suddenly, I couldn't wait until this boy was sober.

"Luke!" I snapped at him, wiping the water off my eyes. He trudged his way over to me, me backing up with each step he took, until he had trapped me in the corner of the pool.

"Can i try something?" He asked, those words being the most understandable thing he's said tonight. I nodded my head as i began to shiver from the water being so cold. He leaned in, and my heart stopped. It was as if when he jumped in the water he had become completely sober. He continued to lean in until our lips connected. He kissed me, and i didn't kiss back.

"Kiss me back." He mumbled against my lips, his hands finding my hips and pulling me closer to him.

"No, I'm a bitch remember?" I said against his lips.He rolled his eyes but didn't answer, he just continued kissing me.

After another minute of one-sided kissing I finally gave in and kissed him back, forgetting all of our problems for a few short minutes. The feeling of his warm lip ring contrasting against my cold lips. I felt his tongue glide against my bottom lip, pleading for entry which i gladly didn't grant.

He squeezed my hips tightly, causing me to gasp, he chuckled raspily and took this as a chance to shove his tongue into my mouth. As he explored the inside of my mouth, I brought my hands up to his hair pulling on the ends lightly, causing him to let out a heavenly groan.

As his lips moved against mine the only thing i could think of is that I never smelled alcohol on his breath or tasted it in his mouth, It was as if he never even drank. But I didn't really care that he had lied to me about drinking just to get me here with him now. All I care about is that everything is back to where it should be. Him and I with our lips pressed together.

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