Allie's P.O.V.

Human beings are a sad species doomed to fail.

This fact was brought to my attention as I watched the news.

Watching the news shouldn't make me feel sick to my stomach, but it does. Every time I watched the news I felt like I could throw up all over my coffee table. It angers me how stupid we are. When the Pulse shooting happened, I screamed myself hoarse at the screen. It was a hate crime and the media simply called it a terrorist attack.

And now..

Riots in Milwaukee, Trump, Syria...

It's not getting better.

"Maybe you should learn what a Muslim is before you make assumptions," I shouted at the TV.

"Who's making assumptions?" Luke asked, coming in the living room with a bowl of popcorn cradled in his hands.

I gestured wildly to the screen.

"Ah," Luke said, setting the popcorn down and snuggling in behind me. He pulled me to his chest. "The wretched media."

"They all call Muslims terrorists!" I fumed. "And Donald Trump isn't helping! He wants to build a fucking wall to keep out Mexican people who aren't "taking our jobs" but only take up 2% mostly, and-"

"Sh," Luke soothed me by pressing a kiss to my hair. "You're getting all mad."

"But don't you get mad hearing this stuff?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes," Luke said, eyes flashing suddenly. "I don't give a damn about the color of your skin or your sexuality or gender or even your social status. And it bothers me that people put so much value on that stuff. It doesn't matter to me."

I felt so relieved that he agreed with me. "I got in a fight with a guy in my Calculus class," I confessed.

Luke laughed and moved his hands down to my stomach. "Did he cry?"

"I think he was more shocked than anything," I said. "He was spouting some Catholic bullshit about how this gay girl in my class was going to hell so I told him he was going to hell for saying that, then he said- all superior-like too, God that pissed me off- 'well, I'm a Christian so I won't.' I said, well in your precious bible it says to love your neighbor as thyself, and I don't remember it saying love your neighbor as thyself unless they're gay.."

Luke chuckled. "What did he do?"

"He gaped like a fish," I said. "Then I told him to go home to his small town and cry to his scripture."

Luke laughed. "Poor religious kid."

He's silent, and it makes me ask, "Were you a religious kid?"

Luke snorted. "Yeah. Unfortunately," he paused. "My mom was really religious and my dad kinda just went along with it. I was confirmed and everything. It sucked."

I nodded. "Agreed." at his questioning look, I elaborated. "I went to church all the way up until freshman year. I was Lutheran, so I got confirmed in 8th grade."
"What happened?" Luke asked.

"I realized that my God failed me when I needed him most, and then I realized that there are million other religions out there and why was I so sure that I was right? Other religions could prove that they were right. So I decided everyone was right."

Luke furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean? Are you Buddhist now?"

I laughed. "No, I'm an atheist now. I just decided to let others believe what they want, but I just believe "a God" doesn't exist."

Luke nodded slowly, digesting my words. "That makes sense."

I settled back against his chest. "My parents were so mad when I didn't go to church with them the first time."

"What did they do?" Luke put his chin on the top of my head.

"Oh, they yelled at me, told me I was going to hell, and that I better get out of bed or else," I said nonchalantly. "When I still refused, they didn't really know what to do. It's not like they could drag me out of bed and into church."

"My parents just didn't care," Luke said. "I mean, I was a teenager, my dad basically said that I was going through a phase and I would get over it," he shrugged. "Still not over it."

Just then, a news reporter brought up a dumb tweet Trump had sent out.

"For the love of God!" I cried out. "Someone needs to take that man's phone away! Better yet, someone needs to muzzle him!"

Luke chuckled from behind me and reached for the remote. "Let's stop making you mad," he said, turning off the TV. "And do something more fun."

"Like what?" I asked, picking up on the seductive tone in his voice.

Luke moved, pressing me down into the couch. "Well, this position is more fun already," he said, hovering on top of me.

"Yeah?" I asked already a little breathless. Damn, the things this boy could do to me.

"And if I go like this," Luke murmured, moving my shirt down so my shoulder was exposed, then pressed a kiss to my collarbone. "This is more fun."

So sue me, Luke could turn me on with merely kissing my shoulder and talking seductively.
I was only a young girl, and anyone in their right mind would get turned on if a gorgeous boy with dark eyes was on top of them.

"Maybe we should take this to the bedroom," I suggested.

"Mmm," Luke said, still kissing his way up my neck. "But I'm comfortable here."

"My bed has more space," I pointed out, gasping as he bit a sensitive spot on my neck.

Luke relented, pulling back and admiring what was sure to be a hickey tomorrow. "If you want," he said.

I shrugged the best I could, considering he was still on top of me. "I mean, rolling over and not hitting the floor would be nice."

Luke raised his eyebrows. "Why you planning on rolling over?"

I matched his grin with my own. "Who knows?"

Luke didn't give me much of a choice after that, scooping me up and carrying me towards my room. He gave up right next to the door and pressed me against it, kissing me. My legs curved around his waist and I kissed him back forcefully, tracing his bottom lip with my tongue. In response, Luke sucked my lower lip in his mouth and I went pliant against him.

"Remember the last time I kissed you against the wall?" Luke mumbled, barely removing his lips from mine.

I groaned as he did sinful things with his tongue. "Wasn't it at that party?" I asked.

"Yeah, when you still hated me, but then let me finger you against the wall," Luke said.

"I still can't believe I let you do that," I breathed, tilting my head back so Luke could create a matching hickey on the other side of my neck.

"You just knew I was gonna be good in bed" Luke teased.

"How about a repeat performance?" I asked, gripping Luke's arms tightly. "See if you've gotten any better?"

"I swear to God, if you two fuck against the wall, I'm kicking you out," Jasmine said acidly.

Luke dropped me and turned around. Jasmine was standing there, her arms crossed and a perfectly drawn-on eyebrow arched. She must have just gotten home.

"Allie, no fucking against the wall," she spat.

"Aw, why not?" I asked. "It's a perfectly good spot"

She threw up her hands. "Because I'm not cleaning come off a wall! And I know you would just leave it there because you are disgusting."

"You know, that felt kind of degrading," I said. "I am a very clean person."

Jasmine rolled her eyes. "No you're not," she deadpanned. "You are the messiest person I know."

"You must not know of people then," I said cheerfully. "Because I am not a messy person."

Luke tugged my arm. "Let's just go to your room," he said.

"Listen to the boyfriend, Allie," Jasmine said. "He's having a smart moment."

Luke narrowed his eyes at her but pulled me backwards into my room. He shut the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

I laughed at the expression on his face. "What, did she scare you?" I teased.

"Yes," Luke said flatly. "Nothing killed my boner faster than her walking in on us."

"You were the one who stopped against the wall," I reminded him.

Grimacing, he nodded. "Yeah, but now my dick hurts because it deflated so fast."

"Oh no!" I said. "We can't have mini-Luke hurting."

"My dick is not mini," Luke said, disgruntled. "It is huge."

Rolling my eyes, I replied "I'm not going to get in an argument about the size of your dick."

"Just say it's huge," Luke said, wiggling his hips.

"No," I shot back. "I'm not commenting on your cock."

"You were last night," he winked.

I raised my eyebrows. "That was a very immature joke," I said.

"Like you're any more mature," he shot back.

"That's a good point," I said.

"Now, please, just do my man-ego a favor and say my dick is huge,"' Luke said. "It got hurt when Jasmine walked in."

"Do you want me to kiss it better too?" I asked sarcastically.

"Yes please," Luke said, now thrusting his hips in my direction.

"If you keep doing that, you're not going to get laid," I warned.

"Oh no," Luke said, very flatly. "I won't get laid by my girlfriend, whatever will I do? Oh yeah, just enjoy your company."

I blinked, a little startled for the turn of events. "Well, because that was so eloquently put, yes, your dick is huge and I will kiss it better," I said.

"Sweet!" Luke cheered then started fumbling with the button on his jeans. "Shit," he said.

I laughed at the poor boy. "Let me," I said, reaching forward and pushing him down so he was on my bed. I reached for my wrist and grabbed a hair tie to tie my hair back.

"I like where this is going" Luke said, watching me from his spot on my bed.

"Shut up," I said, straddling his thighs.

"I can do that," Luke said, and stopped talking when I got the zipper of his pants down.

His silence eventually turned to moans.