Welcome ^^ This is the rewritten version of "You've got to be kidding me!" Please, enjoy. [ If you've read the old story, I'd like to warn that this is now 3rd person ] If you have not read the original, please wait until this version over because it has spoilers.
Luke lied on his bed, having trouble sleeping. It was the beginning of summer which, unfortunately, meant hot summer nights. Luke sighed and turned to lie on his back, staring at the ceiling. His teddy bear was next to him, making him laugh softly. A fourteen year old still having teddy bears... If he was going to be a gentleman like the professor he needed to pack them up.
'Eh, I've got a few years." He thought with a smile, turning and gently grabbing the teddy bear. Hearing a faint creak, Luke blinked in confusion and glanced to the side. The professor stood in the doorway, the light from the hall gently shining on his figure. The professor wore his orange shirt with the sleeves rolled up and his normal brown pants. He, of course, had on his signature hat but lacked his coat. "I wonder if the Professor couldn't sleep also.." Luke thought curiously. Realizing The Professor was going to wake him, Luke laughed softly again. "I'm awake, Professor. It's far too hot to sleep." He heard a chuckle come from The Professor who faintly 'tsk'ed.
"I suppose it is. While I wish you could get proper sleep, this also doesn't mean I'm depriving you of it." The Professor stated.
"You were going to wake me up?" Luke said, tilting his head slightly. Layton's smile faltered and turned into a small frown.
"Yes, I was. We have something Important to discuss downstairs in the dining room. Please hurry and join us Luke. I'll give you a moment to tidy up if you wish." Layton turned to leave, but Luke was confused.
"Wait!" Layton turned around while Luke slapped his hands over his mouth. "Is it, um... It it very important Professor?" Layton laughed softly.
"I wouldn't wake you if it wasn't." He had a point. Luke mentally slapped himself for asking such an obvious question.
"Okay Professor, I'll be down in a moment." Layton nodded and headed off, leaving Luke to get dressed out of sweaty clothes into something more...clean. Changing out of his long pajama pants and shirt, he changed into a pair of comfortable shorts and a simple navy shirt. Putting his dirty clothes in a pile, he sighed. Glancing over his hat, he shook his head. He wouldn't need it, It wasn't like he would be in public. But then again, The Professor was wearing his hat. "Ah, forget it." he thought and headed downstairs. Walking down the hall, he heard muttering voices.
"It's nice to see you again...even if.." The muttering droned out, but Luke could tell it was Flora's voice.
"I agree with Flora." That was The Professor. "But I do wonder where Luke is. He should be down..." Luke froze a bit. Dang it! He wanted to figure out who this mystery guest was..but if he waited too long surely they wold get confused, or at least suspicious.
"Sorry to keep you waiting.." Luke mumbled, walking forward. There was a candle in the middle of the table, lighting the room gently. "I suppose it's easier for electric bills.." Luke reasoned to himself. Flora got up and handed him tea, which Luke accepted. "Thanks.." He mumbled softly, taking a sip. He hadn't really looked up, feeling a bit embarrassed. Dang it...he didn't like the feeling of being...well, started at. Perhaps The Professor wanted him to sit down? But, he didn't feel like he could at the moment.
"Well, Luke. Now that you're here we can continue." Layton shifted, Luke guessing to the guest whom he had not dared to look at.
"Yes we can, I must say, you've changed a bit Luke."
Luke froze, his eyes widening and shock piercing him like a knife.
He knew that voice. The voice which often held a air of cockiness. The voice which came from lips which often formed in a smirk. The voice he could not determine if the owner was really even their. So, he dared to look up. And there, his eyes met with a such a familiar pair.
"Cat got your tongue, Luke?"
Luke, after hearing the voice, dropped his cup, causing the cup to shatter. The pieces cut his feet and the hot tea harshly burned them.
"Clive.." Luke said, his voice barely above a whisper. Clive's eyes widened and he rushed over to Luke, knelling down and picking up the shards.
"Be more careful Luke! You could have gotten hurt badly." Luke's eyes caught the sight of Clive holding the piece of glass, inches from his legs.
"Don't touch me!" Luke yelled, backing up in fear, and tripping, making him fall. Clive looked at him, confused and a bit hurt.
"Luke! You still have glass on yo-"
"Just don't touch me! Don't get near me! I-..I got it!" Luke yelled, his hair casting a shadow over his face. The Professor looked at him shocked while Flora bore a more nervous and worried look. Luke slowly gathered up the glass shards, piling them to the side. "See? I...I got it." he muttered softly.
"Luke, I know this is a shock but.." Layton said, looking at Luke in concern.
"You're right. I'm sorry Professor, just a little shocked..." Luke mumbled. Clive's eyes narrowed as he started at Luke. Shocked? Heh, more like terrified. Was He really that horrible?
"Luke, have you been sleeping well?" Clive asked, still staring at Luke. Luke was about to reply, telling him he slept just fine, when The Professor replied.
"Now that you mention it, Luke did say he had trouble sleeping tonight." Luke soon stood, looking to the side.
"We're here to talk about Clive, aren't we? Please, can we focus on that?" Everyone went quiet and Luke took a seat, looking at his lap. Clive's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Luke.
"There's something wrong here.."