hello im actually feeling this so im gonna keep going with it! yolo ya feel? also, sorry if the chapters are short at first... i haven't written in a long time anyway uwu peace // update just changed the name im #soz
-luke uses vulgar terms! its the way he acts in the story!
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"What the FUCK are you doing here?" my jaw hung low to the floor.
"Im moving back in, silly!" Luna said as she moved her excessive purple suitcase across my floor, leaving a clean scratch in my freshly waxed wood floors.
"Wh-what?" I managed to stutter out, still in shock at the sight of my crazy '"ex". I say "ex" because she isnt really my ex. I just fucked her a couple of times and she fell madly in love. Couldn't say I did the same thing. She only lived with me because I needed help with paying for my apartment while I was struggling with cash.
"Didnt you miss me, daddy?" she said while making a pouty face.
"Shut the fuck up whore and get the hell out of my apartment" I spat, making sure to empathize 'whore'.
"Remember when I used to make you call me that when we would f-" she almost finished her sentence but I was too overwhelmed to let her finish.
"No can do, baby. We're going to have so much fun!" she dropped what she had in her hands and started walking around the apartment, touching things. I stared in awe, I dont know why she thinks she can do this. To help you understand further, heres a little backstory.
Horny 19 year old Luke wanted pussy. Hit up the club. Saw her. Wanted her. Fucked her. Went home. Fucked her more times. Spent all my money on alcohol and drugs. she moved in. We fucked more. Regained money. Kicked her out. Fucked more and more. Met the love of my lif-
"Hey baby... dont you think we could use more plates?" she walked out of the kitchen and looked down the hall at me, holding 2 plates up to her face, frowning. I looked back at her, in actual disbelief that she thinks shes staying.
"Why would I have more than two plates if its just ME who's living here..." I said, trying to give her a hint.
"Well if each person gets two plates... make it four!" she said cheerfully, while she skipped back into the kitchen. I could feel the anger filling up inside of me.
"You were nothing but a fuck. Why do you think you can live with me like we are married?" I spat at her as soon as I walked into the kitchen, gagging at the thought of being married to such a pathetic slut.
"I lived with you once... and you know, we had so much fun," she said while moving her eyebrows up and down at me. What a disgusting sight. "Also everyone
and their mother knows about your little sad love story and how that tramp broke your heart, so im just here to help you, baby." she added with a devilish grin. Her words cut like a fucking knife. She walked into my life when I didn't ask her too and she thinks she has the right to call the love of my- Iv- HER a tramp. I snapped.
"Get. The. Fuck. Out. Cunt." I spat at her while I held in my tears. She really didnt seem fazed at all while she licked the remaining peanut butter off her fingers she decided to dig into and headed up to the second floor.
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