Emily's POV

I am not a violent person. I hate any form of physical fighting. I am in fact proud of the fact that I am such a patient and calm person. I support the saying-'Violence is never the answer.' I feel that any argument or misunderstanding can be dealt with a more practical practice rather than fighting- talking.

Talking is way more helpful, especially for me. Letting out everything that's been bothering you to a person that actually listens, can definitely calm you down.

But right now, I want to kill the person shaking me. I want to cut off his head and feed it to sharks. I want to cut off his hands that are shaking me so wildly that I am afraid I'm gonna fly out the window in just a matter of seconds. I don't care if it's my boyfriend. When a girl wants to sleep, even fucking Godzilla should be afraid to go near her.

"Please pumpkin, wake up." Luke says, still shaking me.

"Go away." I groan out, wrapping the comforter closer to me.

"Don't do this to me, baby. We're going to be late." The term of endearment that he used made my stomach erupt in butterflies, which didn't help the situation at all. I didn't like to be called 'baby' but when he says it, it becomes my favourite word for a few seconds.

"I don't care." I groan from under the covers. I have to give him some credit to be so brave to come near me right now. Its 6 in the morning. How do I know? Well, I told him to wake me up at this time at night yesterday. However, it only felt like seconds when he started shaking me like I am Nemo who is dead in the plastic bag and he is Darla, the crazy girl with braces telling me to wake up.

Gosh, Darla gave me nightmares.

When I sleep, I sleep like a corpse. You cannot wake me up at any cost, specially if it's a weekend. I am not a morning person. I am not even a night person. Sometimes I feel like I am not even any person. Okay, using the word 'person' so many times has me confused now. Its such a funny word, person. Haha.

"Wake up, Ems. Please, you've got at least eight hours of sleep and that is enough for a human that is, if you are one, now you have to wake up." Easy for him to say, he is an early bird. Even if he sleeps at 3 in the morning, he will most probably be up at 5 or 6 and he is saying I am not a human? He is the crazy insomniac vampire.

"No, I hate you. Leave me alone." There is no way in the world that I am going to wake up at 6 on a Sunday. Absolutely no. Nope. Nada.

For me, eight hours of sleep is like one episode of Tom and Jerry. You wont even realize how fast time passes when you watch that mouse.

"Don't tell me you don't want aunt Tessa's famous chocolate chip cookies."  He whispers in my ear. He has stopped shaking me and is now leaning close to me. So close that I can smell his minty breath on my face. Oh no. This is going in an all-new direction.

"Don't tell me you don't want to taste them." He says in a low voice. I turn around so quickly that I am surprised a nerve didn't pull. My back is now facing his front and I am glad I am away from his addictive voice.

I feel the bed sinking and the heat of his body on my back. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

"Where do you think you are going, pumpkin." He whispers throatily in my ear causing a shiver to run down my spine. Shit. He snakes an arm around my waste and pulls me close, his front pressed tightly against my back.

"Don't you want a taste?" he says in my ear. I bit my lip and close my eyes tightly. What the hell is he doing to me?

"A taste of the crunchiness." He whispers against my neck. Okay, this is new for me; I have never done this before. "A taste of the melting goodness." He nibbling my ear, without noticing the mini panic attack I am having.

I try moving away from him but he tightens his arms around me, his finger digging into my skin but not in a painful way. I try to keep a normal breathing pattern with my eyes still closed. His choice of vocabulary isn't really helping at all.

"Wait till you get a taste of the most sweetest pleasure known to man." He says against the crook of my neck. Shit, I am losing it. I have to get out of this. Now.

"I have to pee." I blurt out and push him off of me abruptly. He bursts out laughing at my flushed face.

"I was talking about the cookies, Emily." He says laughing his head off. He rolls on the floor clutching his stomach, laughing at me without any shame.

A few minutes pass and he is still laughing but now he is hitting the floor like they do in cartoons. This is awkward. I grab some clothes and head into the bathroom frustrated-ly, leaving behind the hysterical mess on the floor.

After taking a nice hot shower and putting on my usual attire, I walk out of the bathroom to find the douchebag laying on my bed and fiddling on his mobile. Probably playing angry birds.

"Sewer shit." I mumble, walking towards my desk for my phone.

"What?" he asks, drifting his attention from his mobile to me.

"You are sewer shit." I say to him.

"Is that supposed to be insulting?" he asks, his voice filled with amusement.

"Yes."

"Doesn't sound too insulting to me." Oh no he didn't. I turned around and glare at him furiously.

"You are an ass licker."

"A menstrual man."

"Bleeding pussbucket."

I see him getting up and coming towards me but I continue with my list.

"Dipshit."

"Dick cheese."

"Useless cock shitting shit hawk."

"Shit-..."

"Damn, my girl is savage." He cuts me off now standing in front of me. That makes me blush, 'my girl', hihihhi. Gosh, get a grip Emily! You are supposed to be pissed.

"I am gonna have to wash your mouth with soap to clean up your vocabulary." He says. I glare at him, not saying anything. He sighs, looking at me.

"I am sorry but you told me you wanted to wake up at six to get ready. I was just doing my job." He pouts. Fair point.

"I know, I was just a little irritated."

"I know." He says attaching his lips to mine in a sweet kiss. I kiss him back gripping his shoulders. Our lips move in sync, perfectly slotting together. After a couple of seconds, I feel a little breathless, I try to pull away but Luke pulls me close again grunting a 'no'.

He pulls me close against him, leaving no space between us. He starts trailing down his lips to my neck, leaving small kisses everywhere. A low hum from my lips causes him to smile against my skin and then pull away. He pecks my lips again, cupping my face in his hands.

"We are late." He states dragging me by my hand.

"I know" We walk towards his car and I buckle myself in. He starts driving out the campus while I sigh and lay my head back. After a couple of minutes, he throws a sandwich on my lap.

"You are going to finish that." He orders me. I unwrap the sandwich and start nibbling it on the sides.

"So, where are you both planning to go this year?" Luke asks me. 

"We have thought about going somewhere in Europe, we are debating on Italy and Switzerland, not sure though." I shrug. 

Every year, aunt Tess and I go on a little vacation to spend some quality time together. We went to Brazil last year and to Africa the year before that where we donated my mum and dad's clothes to charity. Such a memorable trip it was.

Spring break is just a month away and we have decided to plan our holiday today, which is the reason Luke had to wake me up from hibernation at six in the morning.

"You both love travelling don't you?" he asks in amusement.

"Of course we do. Travelling is in my genes and aunt Tess is a flight attended so it is kind of obvious. We had actually planned to take a six month vacation twice a year to travel the globe." I reply excitedly.

"You do know that a six month vacation twice a year means an year long vacation which means you were ready to skip college for a year?"

"Yes genius, I know."

"Crazy" he mutters under his breath. I roll my eyes and take another bite of my sandwich.

"What about you? Where are you planning to go?" I ask, facing towards him.

"I don't know if we'll go anywhere because mum and dad are pretty busy with work but I might visit my grandparents." He says smiling, obviously remembering his folks. I smile at the sight of him. He has been the most supportive and caring boyfriend for the past two weeks we've been together.

Those two weeks were filled with so much happiness. Nothing really changed that much, he is still the best friend I never had, he still took care of my eating habits, I am still the same crazy insecure Emily but much more happy.

Everyday, I found myself falling for him even deeper. We have grown so close that sometimes it scares me if this all is even real, it feels like I am about to fall from my bed at any moment and ruin all of this.

"Do you want some water?" Luke asks, bringing me back to reality. I look down to see my hands empty. I ate the whole sandwich?

"Did I really finish the sandwich?" I ask. I didn't even know I ate the whole thing.

"You actually ate TWO sandwiches, pumpkin." He says, keeping his eyes on the road but smiling widely.

"What? How the hell did that happen?" I ask bewildered.

"Well, I figured out that when you are talking to someone, you absent mindedly eat whatever you are given, so I engaged you in a talk when I gave you the first sandwich and then while you were talking, I simply handed you the second one. You didn't even realize before you had finished the sandwich." He says proudly. Pretty damn smart he is.

I feel like I've crossed a milestone. Whatever strategy he used was incredible.

"Whoa." I say.

"Yeah, I am so proud of myself." He says smirking.

"Egoistic nincompoop." I mutter under my breath while he just laughs.

After some time, we finally reach our destination. I climb out the car and go towards his door.

"Don't plan a too long vacation. I'll miss you too much them." He says while I give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Too bad, it would be at least two weeks. Travel freaks need that time to tour the place properly." I say, while walking towards the front door. I can imagine him pouting in the car.

"Tell Mr. and Mrs. Collins hi for me."

"Will do." He says driving away.

I walk up to the front door and knock on it twice. Within seconds, the door opens revealing my beautiful aunt.

"You're here, finally. I missed you so much." She says, pulling me in one of her tight hugs.

"I missed you too." I smile, returning the hug.

"Did you have breakfast? Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?" she asks leading me in.

"Luke made me eat two sandwiches so I am not hungry but I could really use your cookies."

"Wow, he has been taking good care of you." She says in amusement.

"Yup, he makes me so happy Tess and he has been helping me through everything." I say, smiling widely.

"Good. Because if he ever hurts you, he is gonna get it from me. Nobody messes with my niece." She says strongly and I just laugh.

Me and aunt Tess have gotten along from the beginning. She is mum's younger sister so she was only fifteen when I was born. She always used to babysit me when I was young and we used to play pranks on my parents together. I cant seem to remember the countless times we got a scolding from mum for the numerous pranks we pulled on her whenever aunt visited. She is more like my friend rather than aunt.

We finally settle down in aunt Tessa's bedroom with a laptop on the bed, lots of blank papers, cookies for me and some packets of chips for her. We start shot listing the places the places we want to visit. I sit on the laptop searching various destinations while she takes notes, then, after some time, we switch places. After numerous debates and small arguments, we finally decide our destinations for the year; France and Italy.

When that's decided, we start looking for flights and hotels and all the things we are going to do there. We plan out everything, making sure we cover all the famous monuments and destinations but still leaving some time for shopping and leisure.

We talk about what all we would buy and about the delicacies of the place. When talking about travel gets boring, we talk about other things like college. She tells me more about her pilot boyfriend while I tell her about Luke and the rest of the guys.

It takes us the whole day doing all this. The reason we are planning our holiday all in one day is because we are not sure when Tessa will be free the next time, besides, the next month is full of important quarterly exams for me and after that the holidays will start and we will not get any reservation that time.

However, planning a holiday is definitely more fun than studying.

By the time we finish booking our flights, its already 8 in the evening. Phew! That was a lot of planning. I text Luke to come and pick me up while aunt Tess packs a small suitcase for her early flight to LA tomorrow. The bell rings after half an hour and Tessa leaves to answer the door while I continue booking our hotel for our stay in France.

"Lover boy is here!" Tessa announces walking back in the room followed by Luke, who is then followed by Alex? What is Alex doing here?

"Hi Ems." He says waving at me. I wave back in confusion.

"I was visiting my parents today too and my car ran out of fuel so Luke picked me up." He says, noticing my confused face.

"Okay." I say smiling towards him and then drifting my attention back to the laptop.

"Whoa. A lot of planning going on here." Luke says gesturing towards the bed where a number of papers with all our notes and everything are scattered around.

"Yup. This one here is really excited to learn about the history of Italy and France." Aunt Tess says throwing some more clothes in her suitcase.

"So? I love history." I say, typing our itinerary on the computer.

"NERD ALRERT!" Tessa, Luke and Alex say together. I pout but continue typing. Luke and Alex have taken seats on the carpeted floor of Tessa's bedroom seeing there is no space on the bed except for where I am sitting. My heart warms all over seeing how easily they both have gotten along with my aunt, talking about college and any random topic. The credit goes to Tessa's charm that she has over everyone that meets her.

Tessa is one unique mofo I tell you.

"You've been to Brazil! I've always wanted to go there." Alex exclaims as Tessa tells them about all the places she went with me and without me.

"Yeah, Emily and I went there two years ago. We witnessed the famous carnival they have there." Aunt Tessa says.

"Cool."

"Okay, I am done with the itinerary. We can go now." I say, shutting off the laptop. God I am tired.

We all get up and head towards the door. Tessa gives me her delicious cookies to take with me and gives each one of us a hug.

"I want shotgun." Alex says running and sitting in the front. I roll my eyes and sit in the back seat too tired to argue. Its already late in the night and its gonna take us another two hours to reach the campus. Ughh.

After ten minutes of sitting, I decide to lay down. I lay down on the backseat with my legs a little bent to accommodate myself. I listen to the boys talking about some football match that they saw a couple of days ago.

"Do you want something to eat, pumpkin?" Luke asks. Since I am laying down, I can only see Alex because my head is laying behind Luke's seat. Alex looks back at me, waiting for an answer.

"No." I grumble out.

"Are you sure? Tessa told me that you ate cookies for lunch and nothing else. You should eat something."

"I ate cookies the whole day. I am not hungry. If it makes you happy, I might get diabetes because of the amount of sugar I consumed today." I say tiredly. I see Alex watching back and forth between us with amusement on his face.

"But you should eat something baby." Luke persists.

"NO LUKE I DON'T WANT TO EAT." I state or more like snap angrily. I feel guilty for being such a bitch to him but today just drained every ounce of energy that I had. I just don't want to do anything besides sleep.

"Whoa guys, what's the fuss about Emily and food?" Alex asks.

"Its nothing Alex, she is just..." Luke starts but I cut him off.

"I am anorexic."

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