Finley's P.O.V

Luke came home at midnight.

I know this because he came home loudly, banging into things  then he missed his door and entered mine, falling on me.

"Luke," I groaned, pushing him off of me. "Get off."

"Oops," he giggled, rolling off my bed and landing on the floor with a loud thump; I winced, hoping that it didn't wake up Mom and Dad.

"Luke, what's wrong with you?" I squinted through the darkness, trying to see what was wrong with him.

Then the smell it hit me.

I groaned. "Are you drunk?"

"Maybe," he giggled, pulling himself up and flopping on my bed again.

He pulled me to his chest and hugged me really tight, which was a bit strange. Luke never liked to give me hugs; he was more of the fist bump kind of guy.

"Um," I said awkwardly. "Are you okay?"

"No," Luke said sadly. "I'm not okay, and I'm sowwy, very very sowwy, my wittle sister."

Okay, after dating Eli for a while, I've seen some strange things but this one tops them all.

"Why are you not okay?" I asked.

Luke held me tighter and pulled so my head was against his chest. I made a muffled sound of protest; his shirt smelled like beer and it was slightly damp. I don't want to know why.

"I miss her," he whined, sounding like a two year old. "I just saw her but I miss her."

"Allie?" I asked, completely and utterly confused.

"Where?" he asked, sitting bolt upright and dropping me so my face collided with my pillow. Luckily, it was soft. "Where's my sassy Allie?"

"Probably in her apartment," I said, putting my hands on the side of my head and pushing so I was placed like a seal on my bed.

Luke slumped down again, knocking my elbow in and making me fall again.

"I want her," he moaned. "But not like... I don't even want to bang her I just want to hold her."

"What happened?" I asked, suddenly aware that something was very very wrong with my brother.

"She left me!" he shouted, finally revealing the reason of why he was drunk and acting like a lunatic.

"Oh," I said softly. "Why?"

"Well, I left her too, we left each other," Luke explained, sniffing.

"Oh, right," I said, even though that made absolutely no

sense.

It was mutual," Luke said and it was like a light bulb went on over my head; I understood. "She was scared and I was angry so we both decided to go on our own. But I miss herrrr," he whined.

Then my brother did something I had never seen him do.

He cried.

He cried like a little baby, the tears pouring down his face like a waterfall. It made me think that perhaps it wasn't as mutual as he claimed.

"I love her," he sobbed. "I love her so... much. She's my girl."

I patted his back awkwardly. I don't know how to deal with a drunk and sad Luke.

"Its my fault," Luke muttered. "All my fault."

"That's not true," I said instantly, but I knew that yeah, it kind of was Luke's fault.

"I yelled... too much," Luke hiccuped. "I... scared her. She thought... she thought I was gonna hurt her."

"You wouldn't have," I said firmly, because even though Luke is a yeller and he gets mad and when he does yell, it sends ice down your spine, he would never hit Allie. He'd rather get beat by twenty men before he hit her.

"But I might..." he trailed off. "If I got mad enough... maybe it could happen."

"I don't think so," I denied his claim quietly but firmly.

"Am I a bad person?" Luke looked at me, eyes wide and he looked like a little kid, like a six year old who was concerned about the evils of the world. It sent a pang through my heart because I knew Luke was old enough to know that the world hurt you, but he was young enough to think he was invincible.

And it took a tiny, ferocious, sarcastic twenty year old girl to shatter that image.

I don't blame Allie. I would leave him too if he shouted at me like that. I also feel slightly bad for my brother, because he is my brother, and I know that he never wanted this to happen.

"No," I answered. "You're not."

"Why not?" He asked next, crossing his arms in defiance.

"You loved Allie," I said her name and Luke flinched slightly but I continued. "You loved her a lot, more than anything else, and you take care of me even though I'm the uncool younger sister, and you didn't judge Eli just because he has a lip ring. You may have your issues, Luke, but you are good."

Luke blinked, digesting those words then he yawned. "Tired," he mumbed.

"Then go to sleep," I said softly.

"Can't," he said. "Not without her."

Well this was a dilemma. "Do you want to stay with me?" I offered.

Luke nodded. "Please, Finley."

"Okay," I said, scooting over and letting him crawl under the covers.

"Like kids," he whispered.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Sleeping together, like when we were little," Luke explained.

I remember those days, when Luke and I were inseparable, to the point where we would sneak into each other's rooms to sleep. That was a long time ago.

"Yeah," I said quietly. "I remember."

"Why aren't we like that anymore?" Luke asked, scooting around so he was on his side.

"I don't know," I admitted softly. "I don't know."

"We should hang out more," Luke muttered, half-asleep.

"Yeah," I agreed. "We should."

"Let's do that," he mumbled.

"When do you want to start?" I asked.

"Tomorrow," Luke said then he was snoring, fast asleep.

"Tomorrow," I said, into the darkness, hoping that it would hold its promise.

...

The days went on and I missed Allie. She was someone who I could always counbt on being there, whether for a sarcastic comment or a listening ear. Ashton and Calla helped, but they were too infatuated with each other to care.

If I missed Allie, it was nothing compared to Luke. He moped around for at least a week, crying at random intervals and every night he would come into my room and cry himself to sleep. I let him, but after a week it was grinding on my nerves.

After that stage, he got snappy, delivering comments that would said just to sting and I snapped at him once for yelling at me.

"Hey, Luke, did you see my charger?" I asked, holding up my iPod.

"Does it look like I have your charger?" He snapped. "I'm not your fucking maid."

I was stung, but I shot back, "You don't need to yell at me, Luke. I'm the only one here for you."

Luke looked ashamed then he started crying. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

And just like that, I was dealing with a heartbroken boy again, which somehow is worse than a girl.

And now, a couple months later, he was staying in his room all day, only making appearances for food and the bathroom. Once in a while he wouls sneak out and run to the corner, where a car would be waiting for him, just like when he was a teenager. I knew this because I could see him leave. Sometimes I was on the roof when he would sneak out his window and we would lock eyes and he'd raise a finger to his lips and tell me to shush and I did, keeping his secrets like he always kept mine.

Luke was sad, but he refused to admit it. He missed Allie, but after that first night he never said it. Luke, Eli, Ashton, Calla, Allie and I were the only ones who knew about it; Luke hadn't told our parents. He said it was because the they would tiptoe around him and pretend to be proud when in reality they would be angry because he never could keep anything for a long time, he always fucked ir up, and those were his words, not mine.

I wanted to be there for Luke, but I had bigger problems, and they went by the name of Trey Fuller and Mika Clitton.

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BOOYAAAAA I RULE GO ME TWO DAYS AFTER AN UPDATE I UPDATE AGAIN RIGHT FOR THE WEEKEND TOO WOOHOO GO ME.

Anyway, I hope you like this chapter, I do, I enjoyed writing Drunk Luke a little more than I should have, but nonetheless, here it is.

I apologize for ruining Lullie, but it had to be done.

Some people have been asking me questions, so I shall answer this one- NO THERE WILL NOT BE A SEQUEL IM SORRY BUT I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IN A SEQUEL SO NO SEQUEL OKAY

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