I woke up to... an empty bed.
I expected that.
Hudson isn’t the kind of guy that would want to create an awkward situation or something. Every time we slept next to each other, he always wakes up first and gets ready.
I looked over at the bedside table and that alarm clock said fucking 11:39am!
At least it wasn’t ‘pm’.
I quickly got up and looked at myself in the mirror.
Monster. That’s the most appropriate word to describe myself.
My hair was sticking in all directions. This, people, is what happens when you have extremely long hair and you decide not to tie it when you’re sleeping.
I went to the bathroom, freshened up, and somehow managed to make myself look presentable.
I changed into black leggings and an oversized hoodie then I tied my hair up in a high pony tail and braided it.
I made my way way downstairs after managing to get lost a few times.
So, I walked into the living room to see Luca.
“Morning,” I greeted.
“Morn- Afternoon,” he said after looking at the clock.
“Sorry,” I said sheepishly. “Jetlag is a bitch.”
“Don’t worry about it. Hudson went out to blah blah blah,” he rolled his eyes.
“O...K,” I said as I processed his words.
“I don’t know how to cook, only Hudson does. So, you either have to order something or cook something yourself,” he explained and then went back to staring at his phone.
“Guess it’s time I cook,” I huffed and went to the kitchen.
I finished eating my bacon and eggs and then walked into the living room and plopped down on the sofa opposite to Luca, to hear his humming something.
"BTS?" I smiled.
We talked for a long time and Luca's actually a really nice guy.
“Did you know what Hudson hasn't brought a girl home... ever?” he asked, incredulous.
“Doesn’t he?” I chuckled. The idea of him bringing another girl home and doing things with her made me feel uneasy.
“No,” Luca exclaimed. “1) He doesn’t like it when girls get clingy and 2) he doesn’t really trust people too easily so bringing someone to his home means it’s something serious.”
“Shut up, we’re just friends,” I rolled my eyes even though I was questioning myself on the inside.
Why did saying those two words sting a little?
Why did those words feel weird to describe what Hudson and I are?
Why am I even thinking about this? Urgh!
“Hey, whatever helps you sleep at night!” Luca smirked and held up his hands.
We both actually had a really good bonding time. Turns out, Luca is kind of the exact opposite to Hudson and we both have some things in common. Like how we both love watching Scorpion or hate talking to strangers when our parents makes us.
Luca is 17 and sings amazingly but doesn’t want to go to Foster academy because he loves it here in Italy. I can’t blame him, Italy is pretty awesome.
We were both playing Subway Surfers and racing in it.
“Shit, this thing is so fast,” I muttered causing him to chuckle evilly.
“Get ready to loose, Johnson,” he smirked.
“No way in hell, Walker,” I smirked right back.
“That’s not fair, you’ve played this for who-knows-how-many-times,” I pouted.
“Aw, don’t worry, maybe you’ll win one day,” Luca mocked and I glared at him.
“Shut up,” I narrowed my eyes.
“Everything alright?” a deep voice asked. I turned my head to the right to see Hudson walking into the house a bag of groceries. He looked sexy like always and- Wait what?
“Yeah, Skylar is just a little bit upset that she lost against me in Subway Surfers,” Luca smirked. Now that he puts it like that, I sound really childish.
“I see the two of you have been bonding,” Hudson raised his brows as he walked towards us.
“I guess,” I replied.
“Well, I’m done babysitting for today so, it’s your turn, fratello," Luca slightly patted Hudson's shoulder, causing him to smirk.
"Rude," I muttered and Luca left as he totally ignored me. "I swear, men are the most annoying creatures in this planet."
"I swear, women are the most confusing creatures in this planet," Hudson sighed as he sat next to me.
"Ahem, when have I ever been confusing?" I asked, offended.
"One minute, you're smiling like there's no tomorrow and the next, you're pissed off," he rolled his eyes.
"Guess who makes us feel that way? Men," I stated the obvious.
"Oh, really?" he raised a brow, challengingly.
"Really," I rolled my eyes.
"What exactly do we do?" he asked.
"You don't understand our personal problems," I exclaimed. Ok, that doesn't count for all men though. Some are good, some are bad, but I'm already in deep, might as well finish this.
"Yeah, because women are so open with everything," he rolled his eyes.
"You wouldn't understand," I scoffed.
"Try me," he turned towards me, focusing his full attention on me.
"One, if we're upset or angry about something, do not ask if we're OK because we're clearly not. Just buy or make us our favourite food and everything will be alright... for a certain amount of time. Two, periods. Do not ever ask us something weird or annoying or stressful because we'll obviously snap at you since we're experiencing an unbearable amount of pain. Three, when we say 'I'm fine' it means that we're really not fine and will definitely hate you if you think we're OK at that point."
"You done ranting?" Hudson asked in a bored tone.
"I can go on and on all day, Mr Broody," I shrugged like it was nothing. The fact that I pulled out the 'periods' card shows just how smart I am.
"I guess you'll rather talk about "girl-struggles" than go out," he huffed playfully and got up to leave.
"Wait, wait, wait!" I said and practically jumped onto his arm. He looked down at me and raised a brow.
I let go as I felt my whole face flush.
Shit, why did I do that?
"I never said I didn't want to go out," I said.
"Good," he replied. "Go get dressed, it's a date."