The Funeral (Open)

"If you insist." I sigh and smile at him. I catch the hint of mischief in his eyes and I give him a questioning look. "Luke, what are you thinking?" I ask him softly, but before he answers he hands me a sled and he jumps onto his and is gone. I laughed aloud as I watched him wave to me before he pushed himself down the hill. His sled was going so fast, and I was a bit scared to go by myself. But I pushed that aside, sat on the sled, and pushed against the ground. My sled started out going fairly slow, but I was going just as fast as Luke in seconds. I could see him stopped at the bottom of the hill, smiling, waiting for me. "Luke!" I call out. He smiles wider as I approach him, but my sled doesn't seem to be slowing down. He reaches his arms out for me, and as I pass I grab a hold of his right hand. The sled was still going quite fast, so when I grabbed Luke's hand he almost fell over. We managed to get he sled slowed down and finally come to a stop. We both fall over on the ground laughing until we catch our breaths and our sanity. I'm beginning to wonder if the both of us have gone crazy. The thought of that makes me laugh even harder. Luke helps me stand up and I kiss his cheek. "Thanks. We needed that." I sigh and smile at him.

"I think we are almost there." I vaguely hear him say. I nod and sigh softly, "Yes. Its just over that hill." I don't want Luke to leave. It's not yet dark outside, so I don't see a problem with him staying a little while longer. But then I remember the blizzard that is quickly approaching. Maybe, if I time it right, the blizzard will hit a little after we get to my house. That way, Luke wouldn't be able to leave. He would be forced to spend the night, and he wouldn't have to leave me. "Maybe you could just stay with me tonight, Luke." I whisper. I hope he agrees to my plan. I don't see why he wouldn't. He would even have an excuse to tell his father. The storm was much to strong to go out in. It's not like we would do anything anyways, besides sleep of course. Maybe sneak a few kisses in here and there, but nothing more. "Please," I let my sentence hang in the air until I find more to say. "I just... don't want you to leave me." I don't tell him that I'm afraid that if he leaves, he'll never come back. But that's the truth. That's what I'm afraid of. I don't want him to leave me. I love him.

"Alana..." He sighed. Great. He's gonna say no. I shouldn't be upset with him. He just doesn't want to get himself in trouble with his father. I can't help but letting my shoulders droop down a bit and lowering my chin. "Thats a good idea. I really do want to stay with you. Sure, I'll stay tonight, if there's enough room, and your parents don't mind." It took me a minute to comprehend the words that just escaped his mouth. He looked down at my and smiled. I bit my bottom lip to prevent my smile from becoming too big for my liking, but allowing a small one to show. "Really?" I asked him. It sounded more like a squeak since I had held my breath for a brief moment. He nodded slightly and I threw my arms around his neck. I wanted to stay there all day, but we had to get home. I grasped his hand tightly again in mine and we continued walking home. I was grateful when we reached my house. The warm air greeted us both at the door. My mother was sitting at the table, along with my two brothers. "Where's dad?" I asked softly. "He's probably working late." My mom tried to hide the fear in her voice but I knew she was worried. "Uhm, if it's alright, could Luke stay here tonight? The blizzard is too strong for him to find his way back home." My mother looked up at me and sighed. But I saw the unmistakable look of happiness in her eyes. Probably because her daughter finally found someone suitable to date. "I guess, as long as his father agrees to it." She smiled softly. I couldn't hide my excitement, so I led him to my room and sat him down on the bed. "Do you need a change of clothes again? I can go grab you more if yours are wet." I asked him. Mine were completely dry, except for my coat, which I took off anyways. I tossed my wet boots in the corner of my room and sat next to Luke on the bed.

"Oh, it's Noah's. The oldest. But be happy they're not Danny's, because he's the most pleasant person to be around." I laugh softly before walking a little closer to Luke. "I can go tell him thanks if that makes you feel better." I poked his rib cage with my finger, coaxing a smile out of him. I knew Noah would be the last person on earth to care that Luke borrowed his clothes. But Luke spending the night with me, that's a different story. I'm sure neither of my brothers are too thrilled about that. But I don't care because I'd rather Luke be here than taking his chances in the blizzard. He's safe here and that's honestly all I care about. Nothing else matters. Just then, I heard Noah moving around in his room. "I'll be right back." I told Luke. I walked into Noah's room and he looked at me and smiled. "Hey brat." He teased. "Luke wanted to thank you for letting him use your clothes." Noah gave an approving look and smiled again. "Tell him it's no big deal." I sighed and left the room. Luke was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for me to return. He looked up and smiled at me when he heard me walk in. I ran and jumped onto the bed, shaking the whole thing. Luke laughed at me and I couldn't help but laugh along. These lsat few days have probably been the best in my life. I don't think I've laughed so much in so few days. I guess this is what love feels like. And if it is, I never want it to end.

(OCC: Alana, Ive noticed you frequently controling my character in little parts of your replies, like Luke kissing her and other small gestures, and Ive adapted by just making Luke do them. But not your controing speech too, and Im not sure I can really reply to this because I would have probably had Luke do something diffferent. Could you please stop controling my character? If you need more to write, and thats why just be more descriptive and stuff, don't make the responce I was going to make.)