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calif0rnia-lovers · 2 years

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Lover of Mine #6 | Angel Reyes.

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title: Will We Last the Night?

a/n: there's a flashback at the start of this. it's also shorter than usual, so hopefully, that's gucci

Hope and I pray, darling, that you will stay.

sum: The night Angel made it home from Chino, his life changed forever. He knows sharing the details will force you to choose between protecting him and your son.

Angel never turns down a party, especially one thrown in his honor. Typically, he can be found in the corner with a girl whose name he won't remember by sunrise, hands, and tongue in places unsuitable for his son's eyes.

When he'd slipped on his kutte just a few hours prior, that's how Angel planned on spending the evening.

A welcome home party in honor of his recent release from Chino would be the best form of celebration. The only problem is that Angel wasn't expecting to see you. Scratch that. Angel knew he would see you. You were one of the people who helped organize his celebration. But, he wasn't expecting the emotions he would feel once he saw you.

Eighteen months is a long time to be apart. While serving time in Chino, Angel heard your voice over the phone each week. Your conversations were never long. Most phone calls were to ensure Jeyson could talk to his father, informing him of what he'd learned in school. Angel would try to get you to speak to him, but you only stayed on long enough to ensure he was doing okay.

Although you were the one to organize the party, Angel didn't physically see you until roughly two hours in.

He found you outside the clubhouse, seated atop one of the tables set up hours before. The cell phone pressed against your ear let him know you were taking a work call that probably didn't need to be interrupted. But, of course, that didn't stop him from sitting alongside you.

Angel's presence is hard to ignore. His eyes are more noticeable than the silence he keeps as you continue your conversation. They pass over your features, lingering on all the changes accumulated in your time apart. His fingers brush against the curls, which have grown, the action causing you to bat his hand away. To no surprise, Angel ignores your silent request.

His touch returns, brushing against your cheek. An all too familiar heat spreads across your skin, your body instinctively gravitating towards him. The smile you've grown up with appears on Angel's lips as your eyes meet his.

Your eyes roll.

The smile on your lips grows as Angel's fingers interlace with yours. You try to focus on the conversation needing your attention, but you know it's a losing battle.

He presses a kiss against your knuckles, a second following before he gently squeezes your hand.

You give a squeeze in return, your eyes dropping to your interlaced fingers as you listen to the words on the other end of the phone.

Your eyes move to his, a soft smile finding your lips as you both come to the same realization. Where the two of you sit now is the closest you've been in over a year.

Hearing him say he was "okay," over the phone was never enough to ease your mind. In the time you've been with Angel, you've learned being a Mayan meant he was never guaranteed to be "okay." But, at least when he was home, his safety was a little more guaranteed. There's always more safety in number.

"You been avoiding me?"

The question causes your eyes to roll as Angel watches you hang up.

"If only it were that easy?" You sigh, your mind stuck on the recently ended call. "I'm technically not supposed to be here. I should be at work."

"Not dressed like that…" Angel's words trail off, his eyes tracking your movements as you stand.

Your brow furrows as you straighten the dress you wear.

"What's wrong with how I'm dressed?"

The question hangs in the air as Angel takes a sip of his beer. The black dress you wear is work-appropriate. You had planned on returning to work after seeing Angel was safely home. But, unfortunately, the call put a kink in your plan, making it impossible to actually see Angel.

Hence, you're currently standing before him, two hours into his welcome home party.

Although your dress is work appropriate, under Angel's gaze, you're suddenly aware of how well it fits you. He remains seated atop the table, but that doesn't stop the butterflies in your stomach.

The problem with Angel is you can never tell if the butterflies are a warning.

You allow yourself to breathe as Angel's gaze returns to yours. "Are you enjoying your party?"

"Yeah, thanks for everything."

Angel's eyes drift over your shoulder towards the clubhouse, where music can faintly be heard under the laughter of his friends.

"You're welcome." You watch him take a sip of his beer. The nerves you feel suddenly make you wish you had your own. "Everyone is happy you're back."

You know it's coming before it does, but you're still unable to suppress your smile as Angel speaks.

"Everyone?" The grin on his lips causes your head to shake.

Your smiles grow as your eyes meet.

"You still got that rule?" Angel releases a chuckle. The smile on his lips grows as his bottle stops shy of his mouth.

"I'm not drinking with you, Angel." You ignore him as he offers you his bottle. "I'm driving your son home tonight," you remind him.

"Easy fix, sweetheart," Angel shrugs. "Pop could take him for the night. Give us a chance to catch up."

You laugh at the suggestive wag of his eyebrows.

"Angel Reyes, you are not getting lucky with me tonight."

"Who said that was my plan?"

"Those eyes say enough."

Angel's only response is a shameless, cheese-eating grin. There is no need for Angel to attempt to deny his intentions. You know him better than anyone.

Instead, he allows his gaze to pass over you for a second time.

"I'm just saying…" Angel speaks slowly, his voice dripping with suggestion. "…Eighteen months is a long time to go without sex--"

"Who said I did?"

Angel sputters, nearly choking on his beer at your response. His brow arches.

"What?" The innocent eyes that glance at him cause Angel to shift uncomfortably. "We're not married anymore, Angel. And haven't been for a while."

Angel knew it was naive to think other men weren't interested in you. But the thought of you being intimate with another man will never sit well with Angel. And you know this, which is why your chest tightens as you catch the expression that briefly passes over Angel's face. Instead of saying what's on his mind, Angel settles for downing the rest of his beer.

"Well, I'll let you go." Then, taking a breath, you smile as you motion towards the clubhouse door. "I'm sure a few ladies are trying to get in a chance with the man of the hour."

"Not as fun when you're thinking of someone else."

Although your eyes roll, Angel notes that you remain in the same spot. Even once, he's sat his bottle aside and is standing before you.

You still got that rule?

Angel had asked you just a few minutes prior, and now the same question runs through your mind.

You never drink together. A safeguard for yourself because you somehow end up underneath Angel each time.

Having sex with your ex-husband is out of the question.

But part of you knew that was the rule Angel was referring to. There has always been an unspoken rule. Since the divorce decree was finalized, you and Angel have remained platonic.

Sure, Angel flirts with you every chance he gets. Angel has flirted with you from the moment he learned what flirting was. Angel knows it's not fair. It's a terrible habit he's been unable to break. But, no matter how much he flirts with you, Angel hasn't kissed you.

His eyes drop to your lips as his touch warms your neck.

When you don't pull away, he wastes no time closing the distance between you.

The kiss is soft but enough to nearly buckle your knees.

You know it's a mistake. Sends mixed signals to the man you constantly swear you're trying to set clear boundaries with. But you find yourself selfishly redrawing the line as you allow Angel to pull you closer.

"Just stay with me tonight."

It's a soft plea. One you've heard from Angel a hundred times. Often whispered when he's drunk, incapable of keeping his feelings for you at bay.

It's a soft plea you feel yourself giving into as his grip tightens around your waist, the warmth of his mouth clouding your brain.

"Sorry, Angel, I can't."

Your eyes remain closed as his face rests against your shoulder. The silence that follows seems longer than the few short seconds it actually is.

When Angel pulls back, he's not surprised by the apologetic look he finds.

"Relax," he sighs, his hands falling from your waist. He takes a step around you in the direction of the clubhouse. "It's not that serious, querida. It's just a kiss. I'm not gonna ask you to marry me…Just consider it a welcome home gift."

Sorry, Angel, I can't.

It's been a non-stop track in his mind all night. Even when he found himself four beers deep, tangled in the sheets of the first girl he saw once he'd returned to the clubhouse.

He'd think he'd be smart enough not to put himself in the position, but Angel can't help. He'll try with you until the day he dies. Even if you shoot him down, it makes for a more challenging recovery.

Between the alcohol he'd consumed at the party and the shots added once he and his mystery girl made it back to her place, Angel lost count of when he passed his limit. Then, finally, he woke up, the sun blinding him. Only to find it was three in the afternoon.

His plan had been to pick Jeyson up from school, but your missed call let him know not to come. The text you'd sent once he didn't pick up causes Angel to slam the front door once he finally makes it home.

Please don't show up to school if you're hungover. Instead, just stop by for dinner.

Tossing his keys onto the in-table, he's tugging his kutte off when he catches movement in the corner of his ear.

The gun barrel is pointed at his head when he can fully turn.

"Shit, Reyes." Tommy's chuckle, the shock on Angel's face pulling a laugh from him. Lowering his gun, Tommy sits it on the table next to him. He returns his attention to the burrito he's eating. "Your draw is slow as fuck. Could've easily pulled the trigger before you undid the safety."

Angel remains frozen in the doorway of his kitchen. He may have kept a calm expression, but Tommy knows his pulse isn't steady.

"Surprised to see me?" Tommy's eyes track Angel as he tosses his kutte towards the nearby sofa. "I gotta admit, I was kinda hurt you ain't invite me to your party."

"What do you want?"

"It looked fun," Tommy continues, taking another bite. "I wanted to welcome my friend home."

"We're not friends," Angel laughs dryly. "What do you want, Tommy?"

"Right to the point." Tommy dusts off his hands before standing. The smile on his face grows as he steps in Angel's direction. "Came to cash in on that favor you owe me."

"Angel, this is a conflict of interest."

"What?"

Angel glances up from his hands to find your face in your hands. You hadn't said a single word as he recounted the events from that night. Because it all made sense.

Him missing the dinner your son had spent the entire day excitedly talking about. Only to turn up in the early hours of the following morning. Unannounced, unable to give you a reason for waking you up. He'd helped Tommy as one last favor. Too naive to realize that "one last favor" was never the last favor for Tommy.

"If people find out about this, they will think I took Tommy's case on purpose."

"But you didn't, you didn't even know—"

"It doesn't matter, Angel. The truth never matters. The only thing that matters is how things look. You know that.--- Where's the gun?"

"What?"

You look up, the confusion on Angel's face making your blood boil.

"The gun that you used that night. Where is it?"

Despite the tone of your voice, Angel releases a laugh. Shaking his head, he sighs. "I tell you, I helped Tommy kill someone, and you don't wanna know who–"

"I don't care who it is!" The admission silences Angel. "Where is the gun, Angel?"

"Why?"

"We need to get rid of it. Judging how you showed up that night, you didn't get rid of it. You were pretty messed up. I'm serious, Angel. You need to tell me where it is or go get it yourself. I don't care, but we need to get rid of it now—"

Angel takes in your expectant gaze but is unable to speak. Part of it is out of shock.

He knows it's not you that's talking. You have always walked a straight line. Even when you were kids, Angel couldn't convince you to do anything that would result in any trouble. The closest you'd come to breaking the law was marrying him. You both had an unspoken rule. He never fully shared details with you, so you would never have to lie about what you knew.

Your request to have him retrieve the gun was not something you had spoken out of love for him. You weren't willing to throw your life away at Angel's expense. You had proven that years ago when you drew up a divorce decree. There was only one person for whom you genuinely go to the ends of the Earth.

That's why Angel's eyes grip shut. His words are barely audible. "We can't. I don't have it."

"What do you mean you don't have it?"

Angel knows his admission needs elaboration, but he chooses to remain silent. His thumb digs into the palm of his left hand. He knows no form of delivery will lessen the blow or your reaction once you realize how far his screw-up goes.

"Tommy has it."

The admission pulls a scoff from your lips. "Tommy's in Stockton, Angel. He doesn't have it—"

"He has it," Angel sighs. His tone leaves no room for discredit. His gaze lifts to meet yours. "I don't know where he put it, but when Ez and I—"

"Wait—" Angel watches your brow furrow. Closing his eyes gives you the answer to your question before you can get it out. "That's where you were? When you missed the recital."

Angel's jaw clenches. He is trying his best to suppress the words coming up as you continue.

"You took Ezekiel with you to clean up something you fucked up on? Knowing he is still on parole? It doesn't matter if he wasn't there with you and Tommy. They would have thrown him back in Stockton if either of you were stopped—or seen? I swear, Angel, you don't ever think–"

"I do think!" Angel's voice raises, filling the parking lot and drifting underneath the clubhouse door. "All I ever do is think! About you and Jeyson! Thinking about you is what got me into this fucking mess!"

You open your mouth to speak, but a voice comes from behind you.

"Everything alright?"

"Yeah, it's fine. Go back inside."

On any other day, Angel wouldn't have dared spit the retort at the man moving to stand along your side–let alone have the courage to say it in his tone. But the heat overpowering his skin, the blood pounding in his ears, has clouded Angel's judgment. This is why he doesn't realize how close he is to you until Bishop steps forward, his presence forcing Angel to take a step back.

"Everything alright?"

Bishop raises the question for a second time.

Although his eyes remain on Angel's, you both know he is waiting for your response. Angel's eyes roll, his jaw clenching as Bishop's question lingers in the air. Finally, he takes a second step back, his head shaking as you remain silent.

"I want to take Jeyson home." Both men look at you. The calm expression you wear is not what either of them is expecting. "Can you go get him, please?"

Bishop's gaze passes back to Angel before he moves towards the clubhouse.

"I keep waiting for the moment you can prove to everyone that I'm not stupid for believing in you, but it's like you try your hardest to do the opposite every chance you get."

The words came out faint. Neither of you was sure if they were meant to be spoken aloud.

Angel knew he'd overstayed his time with you. No one thought you'd take two last past senior year—hell, not even Angel. He always expected you to blink and see him for what he was. A man who didn't deserve a woman that could only see the good he had to offer the world. No matter how small that "good" was.

Every time he fucked up, a part of Angel wished you had the revelation. Finally, agree with your mother, and leave him alone. Make it easier for your ties to be cut. But he knew you couldn't. Cutting ties with Angel seemed impossible, no matter how much he fucked up.

He knows the reason you hold onto the hope that he'll become the man you tell everyone he is has nothing to do with Angel. Angel knows it's shitty because he came to this revelation years ago. Years before you. And he's selfishly capitalized on it for years.

It's the eight-year-old boy who is the spitting image of him.

Angel's eyes, Angel's smile, and Angel's mannerisms come back to you every time you look at your son.

Taking Jeyson away from his father is something you could never bring yourself to do.

But the look he finds in your eyes is one Angel has never seen from you in all your years together. It's the same look he gets from everyone in his life when they have reached their breaking point.

"I promise you I can fix it—"

"No, you can't fix it, Angel. Because once again, I have to clean up your mess."

His shoulders fall, a sigh falling from his lips. "I—"

"I have been cleaning up after you since we were kids. I kept telling myself it was because I love you, and I couldn't stand seeing you get the short of the stick. But, the truth is, you're not getting the short end of the stick in life, Angel. You're so focused on trying to prove that the world is against you, but you're the problem. And I going to end up spending the rest of my life cleaning up after you.

The second I handle this, we're done. I mean it, Angel. You're letting me and Jeyson leave, and you're not trying to fight it this time. That's the only promise I want you to give me. I'm not letting you poison my son."

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straylightdream · 1 year

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“𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐈 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭“

Lee Minho x F.Reader

friends with benefits / roommates au

↳ The lines between friends and lovers is quick to blur. There isn’t anyone you would rather spend your time with, and he finds his sweet escape when he’s alone with you. What started out as casual thing that was supposed to be secret kept between the two of you leads to so much more.

status: read here

warnings: soft dom! Minho, unprotected sex, rougher sex, dirty talk, begging, overstimulation, edging, dry humping, names such as: (kitten, angel), breeding kink, creampie, cockwarming, cum play and cum eating. Minho mentions knocking up the reader.

an: this is a part of my college skz series SSFW where you can read one or all the stories. Each boys story weaves together but they can be read as ones shots.

If you want to be tagged let me know I’ll be using my second writing ( @straylightwrites ) account to tag everybody. Let me know what you think about a series happening.

TEASER #1

“YN do you want to order dinner while we study tonight?” Minho sets his laptop on your bed.

“Why aren’t you going to the bar with Bambi and Chan?”

“Why would I go there when you’re staying home?” He knits his eyebrows together and looks at you like you’re insane.

“You are aware you’re allowed to have fun without me right?” Minho doesn’t normally do anything social if you don’t go with him you’ve come to notice.

“I know that. Let’s be honest Changbin and Kitten will show up and to be honest I don’t want to watch him feel her up every chance he gets.” He’s not lying basically since the moment Changbin and his girlfriend have gotten together Changbin can’t seem to keep his hands to himself. He’s been head over heels for her long before they started dating and ever since they finally got together he’s always touching her.

“So instead you would rather study with me?“

“I also have a huge test coming up. I thought senior year was gonna be easier and then I decided to apply for grad school,” he sighs, laying down on the bed next to you.

“It’s okay Minho,” you pat the top of his head. “If we get enough studying done maybe you can feel me up.”

He looks up, cocking his eyebrow. “Are we talking about feel,” he motions his hands. “Or are we talking about me filling you to the brim.”

You scoff, pushing his shoulder, “you are literally obsessed with coming inside me.”

“Can you blame a guy?” He laughs.

“I guess not,” you lean down pressing his lips to yours.

Minho is one of the best study partners you’ve had. He’s actually helpful and can easily focus on a task when he needs to.

Studying for this huge test seems to have melted your brain. Sitting on the couch with your back against the arm rest and your legs across Minho's lap. Biting down on the burger Minho ordered you, your eyes are trained on the side of Minho's head as he’s focused on the book he’s holding. He made a big deal about you eating your food before it got cold but can’t bring himself to put down the book he’s reading.

“Minho,” you say.

Lifting his head looks over at you and blinks rapidly a few times trying to focus. “Yes?”

“What happened to eating while it’s hot?”

“I was trying to finish this chapter,” he closes the book, setting it down on the coffee table in front of him. He picks up his burger and finally starts to eat. Things between you are comfortable just like they always are.

“Minho I don’t want to study anymore you,” you whine between taking bites. A soft laugh leaves his lips. His hand that isn’t holding his burger reaches down and rubs your calf. “My brain can’t take anymore information tonight.”

“Okay, no more studying.”

#stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids college au #stray kids fanfiction #lee minho #lee know #lee know smut #lee know x reader #lee know college au #lee minho smut #ssfw #lee know x yn #lee know insert reader #stray kids insert reader #stray kids au #lover of mine

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bellamyblakru · 2 years

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i've watched the world fall from your eyes...

for my love, thank you for sharing what you love with me. it turns out that i am going absolutely feral bc i love them so much too. good luck on your final, love, i know you’ll rock it ♥️💙@its-hyperfixation

#ashley creates #merlin emrys #bbc merlin #merlin #merthur #merthurgifs #5sos #lover of mine #merlingifs #welcome to my new obsession :)#wife tag #ALSO THEME IS FROM SONG bc the lyrics #I've seen the red I've seen the blue #:)#i love ayman #AND SHE HAS A FINAL ON THE 30TH YALL PLS SEND HER GOOD VIBES #THEN SHE FREE FOR SUMMER

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thatsojasminesworld · 10 months

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Baby 5SOS you are so fuckin loved little dude

#5sos #baby clifford #crystal leigh clifford #baby 5SOS #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #calum hood #Michael Clifford #lover of mine

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lashton-is-my-drug · 11 months

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i was listening to Lover of Mine, as I do, and i was thinking about the first part of the chorus

"I'll never give you away /'Cause I've already made that mistake/ If my name never fell off your lips again/ I know it'd be such a shame"

If it is supposedly about Sierra, which no, the first two lines don't make a lot of sense. To me, it's as if the lyrics about breaking up then getting back together, which I don't think Lierra has done. But could be possible for Lashton

Yup.

The narrative was Luke and Sierra were seen publicly, then very quickly were “together”. They’ve never given any indication since then that there’s been any breakup.

But on the other hand, Luke and Ash have had a long history, of now over a decade, and the struggles of a closeted gay relationship in the music industry has plenty of struggles and obstacles to get through.

So much of LOM points to Luke and Ash.

The rainbow of the visualizer…

Anytime her name is in the song credits it’s automatically about her with Luke. Even though it’s nothing to do with her. She’s included on their tracks for the clout and songwriting credits.

Meanwhile…. Lol

Dancing around the living room. LASHTON

Keeping secrets. CLOSETING

Both having to lie to be together. GAY AND CLOSETING

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brandyovereager · 2 years

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When I take a look at my life

And all of my crimes

You're the only thing that I think I got I right

Lover of Mine

5 Seconds of Summer

#kanej #soft kanej #kanej as songs #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #six of crows #six of crows duology #lover of mine #5SOS #5 seconds of summer #kaz x inej #inej x kaz #kaz brekker x inej ghafa #inej ghafa x kaz brekker

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wiiildflowerrr · 8 months

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#pick a support act who's supportive #meet me at the altar #5sos #5 seconds of summer #mrs all american #lover of mine #she's kinda hot #2023 #19 august #mmata

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literatureinfurs · 1 month

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stories from my balcony, in heat of the golden sun somewhere within the woods. alongside the hawthorn and soon to bloom honeysuckle.

— literature in furs, jessie. (literatureinfurs) • March 2024.

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reallifetangent · 2 years

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“Lover of Mine” by 5sos

In theory, that's their song, so, i drew what I've been picturing for days. (Maybe even weeks)

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wineonmytshirt · 1 year

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do you guys think 5sos knows they have to sing lover of mine on this tour??? they know that right???? ??? ? ? ? ? ?? ????????

#like it's a requirement sorry not sorry!#jen talking to herself #5sos #lover of mine #the 5 seconds of summer show

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hoodharlow · 2 years

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Older

AN: i had to <3. This is set a few days after Cal's birthday (iykyk). And gif found in this gifset that was made by the lovely @kaleidoscopeminds

Requested? No

Warnings: Ashton being a butt briefly butthead overall fluff (aka two dumbies that love each other but don't realize it

Word Count: > 1000 words, she's short and sweet

They’ve been at it for hours. Everyone was annoyed and hungry. Even Nico didn’t even want to watch Encanto. The band and Aaliyah were in Luke’s house working on the band’s upcoming album. They had most of the songs completed, but they were struggling with one. They had a pop-rock beat for the song, but it wasn’t fitting how lyrics were being sung.

“Since when have you been a music expert?” Ashton snapped at Aaliyah.

“Since I got my degree and the two fucking Grammys on my shelf! Not to mention the six grammy nominations I have for my own music that I produced myself.” she threw back at him. Ashton mumbled under his breath, but she didn’t hear that. “Say that shit to my face, Ashton.”

She quickly stood up from her chair, but Luke pulled her by her hips before she reached the drummer. He’d seen those kick boxing classes her and Alexis Ximena do and knew they’d need a new drummer if Aaliyah got to him.

“Alright why don’t we take lunch and reconvene in an hour or two.” Michael suggested, dragging Ashton along.

Calum picked up Nico and her things, saying that he’s going home for a bit. The almost one year older awkwardly waved goodbye as Calum put on her beanie, leaving Luke and Aaliyah alone.

“I’m sorry for how Ashton snapped at you. He shouldn’t have–”

“Bro it’s fine. Ashton is Ashton, I think he’s just stressed over Marina and their baby. The other day I called her and she had to spend the night at the hospital because she was too stressed.” Aaliyah said, cutting Luke off.

“I know but still.”

“I have thick skin. I spent my four years of high school dealing with Ms. McKay. Ashton is nothing compared to that hag.”

Luke snorted at her comment. “Do you want me to order something?” he asked. “I haven’t gone grocery shopping for the week, so there’s nothing for make.”

“No,” she shook her head. “Alex is dropping me off some food and is waiting for Cal to leave and knowing her, she brought enough for everyone.”

She texted her best friend that the coast was clear and that she can come drop off the food. Aaliyah wasn’t sure what happened between Calum and Alexis Ximena the night of the party, but it had to have been messy if Alexis Ximena was doing the most to avoid Nico’s dad, as she called him because she couldn’t even say his name.

Two minutes later, Luke’s front gate buzzed. He pulled out his phone to the Ring app. Alexis Ximena making peace signs and kissy faces at the camera.

“Send this to me? I need embarrassing videos of this bitch.” Aaliyah said.

Luke chuckled in response and unlocked the gate for her. The olive green Jeep she drove pulled into the driveway. Luke and Aaliyah went to the front door to greet her. Alexis Ximena got out of the car carrying two bags from Los Reyes, their favorite Mexican restaurant in LA.

“Hey!” she said, handing them their bags.

“Cal’s not here, you can come in.” Luke said.

The next morning after Calum’s party, he called Luke and gave him a brief rundown of what happened after everyone left, so he didn’t blame Alexis Ximena if didn’t want anything to do with his best friend. Calum was an idiot for how he went about things.

“What are we working on?” Alexis Ximena asked them as they led her to the studio.

“This song, but it’s not working out.” Luke said, pulling up the song while Aaliyah handed her the leather bound notebook the lyrics were written in.

She sat on Aaliyah and let Luke play the music while she read. She frowned hearing how the lyrics didn’t match the music.

“Yeah, scrap this. It’s garbage.” she said, handing her back the notebook.

“Bitch, I wrote that.” Aaliyah scoffed, feigning offense.

“This is a fucking love song. Like it has to be slow and jazzy like you’re in a jazz club. You know? Like this sounds like something you slow dance to.” Alexis Ximena explained. “Maybe add a little trumpet.”

“You just want to show off that you know how to play the trumpet.” her best friend rolled her eyes as she took a bite of her potato flautas.

“Alex might have a point.” Luke said, rolling over to the piano. He pointed at the cabinet behind Aaliyah. “Grab a trumpet.”

“You have a trumpet?” the best friends asked simultaneously.

“Yeah,” he shrugged.

Aaliyah and Alexis Ximena shared a look, but the latter went to the cabinet and grabbed a trumpet. She grabbed the tuner that came with the trumpet and tuned it up.

“Okay,” she said, standing next to Luke.

“Just join in when it feels right.” he said as he played a few keys.

He sang the intro and when the first verse started, Aaliyah found herself joining him. Their eyes met as they sang. Alexis Ximena played the trumpet towards the last part of the song. Once the song ended, Luke and Aaliyah remained looking into each other’s eyes, smiling like fools.

After a few minutes of awkwardly standing while they made ojitos at each other, Alexis Ximena blew into the trumpet, making the pair jump. She smiled innocently at them.

She set the trumpet down on the piano, “If you two are done making ojitos at each other I would like to discuss me paying y’all to use it in the Mr. and Mrs. Smith soundtrack? I know the perfect scene to use it in.”

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