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"Well I won't." Luke snapped. He stormed out of the room and found Lois sitting on the sofa watching the T.V. The wall was a pale cream colour and the green carpet lit up in the sunset outside. There was a few photographs on the wall, most of them were quite recent, not many photographs were taken when Luke was young. The centre photograph was of Luke and Lois, Luke glanced at it before turning to Lois. The situation seemed so ridiculous that Luke thought that Frank might be lying.
"Did you know about her?" Luke asked calmly.
"About who?"
"Catherine."
Lois' eyes widened. "Luke, let me explain."
He shook his head and stormed towards the front door.
"At least tell me where you're going!" Lois exclaimed before Luke slammed the door behind him.
Luke stood in front of a big terraced house and pressed the doorbell. Luke heard some shuffling and finally the door opened. Tiffany answered the door, her long hair was tied up in a loose side ponytail, she wore jeans and a hoody.
"Hi Luke, I- have you been crying?" Tiffany asked with some shock.
Luke sniffed and rubbed his eyes. "Course not." He muttered.
Tiffany raised her eyebrows, "No of course you haven't." She said sarcastically.
Luke looked at the floor in response.
"Want to come in?" Tiffany asked more sympathetically. Luke nodded and walked through the door. Tiffany motioned to the front room and Luke followed behind her. The house was extremely warm so Luke unzipped his hoody; he sat down on the brown sofa and took a deep breath.
"What's happened?" Tiffany asked.
"Catherine is," Luke took a deep breath and began again, " Catherine is my Step-Dad's daughter."
Tiffany paused. "She didn't tell you?"
Luke shook his head.
"I mean my Mum and her Dad are having a bloody baby together! How sick is that?" Luke exclaimed, he put his head in his hands.
"Want some booze?" Tiffany suggested. Luke nodded.
"Where are your parents?" Luke asked as Tiffany walked into the kitchen,
"They're away celebrating their anniversary." Tiffany called back.
Luke nodded. He noticed there was only photograph on the mantelpiece of Tiffany and her older brother, Joshua. The television was on and Luke noticed that the programme was 'Breaking Bad'.
Tiffany came back a minute later with four bottles of cider. She passed one to Luke.
"So, what are you going to do now? She asked. She sat next to Luke on the sofa with a sympathetic smile.
Luke shrugged helplessly. He took a gulp of beer and sat on the edge of the sofa.
"He told me to break up with her."
"Why?" Tiffany questioned, quite surprised.
"He said I would end up cheating on her, that I'm not good for her." Luke told her bitterly. He gulped down the rest of beer and put the bottle on the coffee table. He opened the second the bottle and took a sip.
"Well you don't have to." Tiffany replied, she drank her own beer and laid back on the sofa.
"Well maybe I want to, maybe I don't trust her anymore." Luke muttered sourly.
"If that was true you wouldn't have been crying." Tiffany told him.
Luke gulped down more beer.
"I still can't trust her." Luke disagreed.
"Well maybe you could over time... Can I ask you something?"
Luke looked at her with a puzzled look.
"Yeah?
"Why did you come here?" Tiffany asked with curiosity.
Luke looked away again. "I had no where else to go..."
"You could have gone to Matt's." Tiffany argued.
"Well maybe there was another reason." Luke snapped.
"What reason is that?"
Luke gulped down more beer and frowned at her in frustration.
He looked at her more closely; he realised that Tiffany was smiling playfully and might already know the reason.
He leant forward, " I think you know why," Luke informed her, he leant further forward so that there was only a few inches between them.
Tiffany shook her head but smirked, " I really don't know."
Luke shook his head smiling, his eyes were a little pained with longing.
"I really, really like you Tiffany." He whispered. He leant in for a kiss and soon they were snogging. He began to take her shirt off as they both lay back on the sofa kissing.