AN: More Luke and May! They seem to be on my mind a lot lately. Two things: 1) I really am trying with the review replies. You guys are just too good to me. 2) I'm taking this opportunity for some shameless self-promotion. Anyone who wants to go over to FictionPress (same penname) and check out my new poem good and happy and perfect will get a virtual high five. I've put a lot of myself into it, and, well... please?
Enjoy!
Luke & May Castellan
Movin' Out (Anthony's Song) by Billy Joel [3:28]
"Socks," he mumbles, fingers scrambling in the drawer until he finds the right pairs. "Shirts, jeans, underwear, toothbrush…" As he ticks off everything he needs, his ears are hyperalert.
[At least it isn't hard to hear her coming.]
It's ten o'clock. His hand is slowly turning the doorknob, and—
"Luke?"
He curses.