Michelle walked from the Ross's apartment back into her own. She looked around and saw that no one was home. At least not downstairs anyway.
"Hello? Adam?" She called.
No answer.
She walked up the stairs to Adam's room. She figured her mom and stepdad would be out somewhere, as always so since Adam was technically the oldest, she decided to let him know she was sleeping over at Luke's.
Of course she wouldn't tell him she was sleeping over at a guy's house, though.
She entered his bedroom cautiously. Both twins had awkwardly walked in on the other changing their clothes and she definitely did not want that to happen again.
Adam was laying on his bed watching TV. He turned his head to face her.
"What?" He asked.
"I'm spending the night at a friends house tonight so I won't be able to help you watch the little ones tonight. There is leftover spaghetti in the fridge."
"Whose house are you spending the night at?"
"Just a friend's."
"What's her name?"
She thought for a minute.
"Emma." She said, remembering Luke's sister. Technically she wasn't lying.
"Alright. Have fun and take your phone."
She nodded her head as she walked out of the room. She headed to her own room to get
pajamas for tonight.
Luke's POV
I sat on the couch waiting for Michelle to show up. I've never wanted to get to know a girl before but tonight I wanted to learn all about her. She was right when she said we barely knew each other.
The elevator opened and Michelle walked out. She had a small Adventure Time plush backpack, probably filled with her clothes.
"Hey." I smiled as she walked towards the couch.
"Hi." She responded, sitting down next to me.
It was getting around dinner time and Jessie was still out. Mom and dad gave Bertram the week off before leaving because of some movie emergency or whatever.
"Are you hungry?" I asked.
"Yeah, kind of."
"Me too. I have no idea how to cook and Jessie is still out."
"Jessie?"
"My nanny."
"Oh. Well I don't mind cooking. I do it for my family every night."
"Sounds good to me." I grinned.
We walked into the kitchen together. I showed her where all the pots and pans were.
"What do you want me to make?" She asked, her voice so innocently adorable.
"What do you know how to make?"
"Pretty much anything."
"Surprise me!"
She nodded intently and started looking for ingredients in the fridge.
"Just take whatever you need." I told her.
"Okay. Now leave."
"What?"
"You want me to surprise you, right? Then go watch TV or something."
"You know, I wouldn't peg you for the housewife type." I grinned, poking her in the belly.
"Say that one more time and you'll make your own dinner."
I chuckled a bit and walked into the living room to watch TV. I wonder what she'll make.
"DINNER!" She finally called after about an hour.
Emma, Ravi and Zuri flooded down the stairs. Even though they knew Jessie was out, they were trained to come running when they heard that word. All four of us entered the kitchen to find mashed potatoes, meat loaf and bread rolls. Nothing too fancy but still a nice dinner.
"Your girlfriend made dinner?" Zuri asked.
"Yes." Michelle answered before I could.
"Oooh, Luke. She cooks and puts up with you? You better wife that girl before she gets away!" Zuri said sassily.
Michelle giggled and we all sat down at the table.
"This is delicious!" Emma cried after taking a bite of the meat loaf.
"Yeah!" Everyone agreed.
Michelle just sat there with a powerful look on her face.
"She's gorgeous, she has manners and she cooks? What a shame this is all part of a bet!" Emma said.
She is just determined to ruin my relationship with this girl. Michelle just looked at her funny.
"Okay then." She said awkwardly.
Michelle's POV
I spent the remainder of dinner getting to know all of Luke's siblings.
When we finished eating it was around 8:00 PM because dinner was a little later than it should've been.
I felt bad about leaving a mess of dishes for his nanny to clean up so I did the dishes myself.
"Wanna hang out in my room?" Luke asked, after I finished the dishes.
"Kay." I responded, following him up the stairs.
His room was an utter mess. There was old food and dirty clothes strewn out on the floor, his bed was unmade and it kind of smelled but I didn't say anything. We ended up playing video games for what felt like minutes but was actually hours.
"What time is it?" I asked yawning.
"11:50."
"Wow, time flies! I'm going to get my pajamas on, kay?"
I grabbed my clothes out of my bag and walked to the bathroom before he could reply. I quickly pulled on my black spandex volleyball shorts and my long Toronto Maple Leafs shirt. The shorts were just a bit too short for my liking but the shirt was like, a million times too big so it covered them anyway.
When I walked back into Luke's room he was wearing pajamas too. I walked closer to him and saw him staring at me.
"Stop staring at my chest, you perv!" I blushed.
"I'm not, I'm reading your shirt." He grinned playfully.
"Yeah, whatever."
I pulled myself onto his bed, where he was sitting.
"So Toronto Maple Leafs, huh?" He asked.
"Yup. I'm French Canadian."
"Ah. That explains your accent. I didn't want to ask about it and seem rude."
"Since when do you care abut being rude? And I barely even have an accent, most people don't even notice it!"
"I noticed. I notice every little detail about you."
"Your so sappy!"
"I prefer the term romantic!"
I playfully hit him with a pillow.
"So what do you want to do now?" He asked.
I thought for a moment. I wasn't really in the mood to watch a movie and I was all video gamed out.
"How 'bout truth or dare?" I said finally.
"Alright. I'll start; truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to kiss me."
"You're lame. But okay." I pecked his lips.
"Truth or dare?" I asked.
"Truth."
"Wimp! Okay. What was your sister talking about at dinner?"
"What?"
"About the bet!"
"Oh...Er...I pick dare!"
"Fine I dare you to answer the question!" I half shouted. I was slightly angry because I knew it couldn't have been good.
"YouseeIwhenimetyouIwasdoinabetwithEmmatoseehowman ygirlsIcouldkisswhich
iswhyIissedanddissedallthoseothergirlsbutistoppedo ncestarteddatingyouandyouwere
neverpartofthebetsoyoushouldn'tbemadatme!"
"Uh, what?" I asked confusedly.
He took a deep breath and repeated everything he just said only slower.
"Please don't hurt me!" He yelled, covering his face with a pillow.
"You jerk!" I cried, running down the stairs.
"Wait, I stopped after I started dating you!" He called as he chased after me.
"I don't care! The least you could've done was told me!" I shouted angrily.
Tears were bubbling up in my eyes. No, he will not see me cry!
"I'm telling you now!"
I covered my face so he couldn't see me crying and jabbed the elevator button.
"Please don't go!"
The elevator doors opened and without a second thought I stepped in. He followed me.
"NO! Get out!" I cried as I tried to shove him out but it was too late.
He started saying nonsense things about how much he cared about me and how those other girls were just part of the bet and I wasn't but frankly, I was too pissed and too tired to listen to him. I cupped my hands over my ears to prevent myself from hearing him.
"LALALALALALALALALA!" I screamed to further block out his irritating voice.
"You know,you're being really childish right now." He said, clearly agitated.
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" I called.
The elevator opened and I rushed out and down the hallway. He continued to follow me to my apartment.
"Just fucking go home! You blew it now leave!" I shouted
Tears were pouring down my face and the more I tried to stop, the more I cried.
"No! I really care about you!" He said, wrapping his arms around me.
I pulled away from him.
"Don't touch me!"
I ran towards my apartment, trying to get away from him. I swung the door open and ran in, trying to close it before he could get in. He wedged half of his body in between the door and the door frame.
"Come any further and I'll call the police." I threatened.
"I'm not doing anything illegal!"
"Its called harassment, look it up!" I shouted, slamming the door in his face.
"If you die alone its because you're a completely uncooperative partner!" He called through the door."
I opened the door again out of anger, causing him to spin around.
"Vous êtes un joueur stupide et c'est tout ce que vous aurez jamais l'être. Si ce n'était pas pour vos parents riches vous n'avez pas d'amis et aucune fille ne voulez rien à voir avec vous!" I called at him.
I always speak in French when I'm mad.
He shook his head and walked away, cussing and muttering to himself under his breath
the whole time.
I laid on my couch and cried lightly. Luke hurting me was inevitable. I'm just glad it happened before I got too attached to him.