"All I'm thinking about is wings."

I glanced over to a hungry Ania who sat with crossed legs in my passenger seat.

We were headed to our favorite restaurant/bar/hot spot whatever it was called now-a-days. Wings, beer, karaoke, locals. It was genuinely entertaining. The atmosphere was dark and calming, very casual.

A football game had just finished, which we knew was the prime time to go. This meant that everyone was flooding out and heading back home either cheering or sobbing. This was also the time karaoke started, and there was always a long list of leftover drunks belting their hearts out. That had only once been me, and Ania about fifteen times. She knew how to have a good time.

"Can this guy get off my ass?" I groaned, adjusting my rearview mirror. The car close to my bumper made me nervous.

Red glowed into my car from the stoplight ahead. It illuminated Ania's round nose and plump lips. She glanced out my window and did a double take. Her jaw dropped, which gave me the cue to stare out my window now too.

A guy sat in the passenger seat of a sleek black car, his long fingers tapping outside of the window that was rolled down. His golden hair was wavy and short, styled messily on his head.

Ania leaned over me and a wave of confusion smacked me in the face.

"What are you-"

"Hey!" She dragged on the "Y" as the window rolled all the way down, catching the man's eye.

"Ania, oh my God, stop." I whispered down at her. I glanced back up to the warm skinned boy and shot him a sheepish smile.

Blonde curls popped out next to him. I could recognize those blue eyes from a mile away. We locked eyes for a brief moment and a smile appeared on his face. That had explained my agitation with the driver behind me. Of course it was Luke.

"Hi, Mabel," the golden boy cheerily said.

"Hello, person whose name I don't know."

"Ashton," he stated with a smile. "Where are we heading tonight?"

I looked down at Ania, who was still laying in my lap. She nudged her head towards the boys, giving me quite a look.

"Buffington's," I responded. First with hesitation, then a grin.

The light flipped back to green and Luke sped off. As Ania returned to her seat, I trailed closely behind him, just as he did with me. From the few minutes I followed him to the bar, I was unsure of who allowed him to receive a driver's license.

College aged kids and older men were trickling out of Buffington's. All dressed in football jersey's or their team colors. It was a sea of crimson and gold.

We had lost the boys in the midst of parking. Ania and I decided to head inside anyways, as it didn't matter who accompanied us, we still were here for wings and drunken karaoke form strangers.

We stood patiently at the door to wait for the crowd to swarm around us and exit. As they cleared, a pair of hands met my hips. My hair rustled as Luke quietly spoke into my ear.

"You cut your hair."

I turned my head over my shoulder to face him.

"I did."

"It suits you well." His words were warm on my neck in the crisp evening air.

I politely smiled at him, unsure of my feelings towards his words. We hadn't spoken too much of our dates this week, but our flirtatious personalities still worked diligently together. I received mixed signals from him, or perhaps I simple couldn't understand him.

What I did know was that his hands on me were mesmerizing. His speech, sophisticated. The vision of Luke's eyes battled hard with the pale green ones I used to know.

-

Do you ever pause for a split second and wonder 'how did we end up here'?

That question blasted through my mind as I faced the dozens of cheering audience members. Bright white lights shined down on me, and my karaoke partner, Luke.

We were loud, boisterous, hilarious drunks. Luke still had half a beer in his hand. I was running off the three cocktails I finished off earlier.

A microphone to my mouth, Ania and Ashton cracking up in the corner, and my coworker on stage with me belting out "Ain't No Mountain High Enough". Enchanting, truly. This is how fairytales should start.

Luke could not stop laughing. Giggling. The crowd laughed with him, we all seemed to be on the same page. It was safe to say, we killed it.

Luke spun me around during the chorus and pulled me tightly to his chest, flashing only the biggest grin. One I hadn't seen before. One I preferred the most.

We all stumbled out the front door of the restaurant, erupting in laughter with that same stupid song stuck in our heads.

I knew the restaurant was rocking, but even outside at the darkest hour of the night the world seemed to be a little ship hitting giant waves.

Ania and I turned our heads to the sound of a phone hitting cement. Luke grumbled, nearly tripling over himself as he bent down to pick up his phone, undamaged. Again, it had slipped from his fingers.

"Fuck!" Luke yelled, all of us continuing on with our laughing fit. "Here, you do it." He handed his phone to me. I squinted at the bright screen, reading "über" at the top of the app. I did my best to get the bigger car for the cheapest price, but knowing my intoxicated brain I did the exact opposite.

Pulling up to Luke's was an experience, truly. The drive was much further than I expected. He resided in sleek high rise in the city. I guess I didn't have to worry about the fare we ran up.

The four of us thanked the driver profusely, all of us aware we were a gang of messy young adults and those weren't the most pleasing to cater to.

Ania and I trailed closely behind the boys as we struggled to pick up our feet. Both were tall and broad and walked with a swagger. As rude as I knew it was, I was interested in how he could afford a place like this.

As we entered it was like a movie panorama highlighting a stunning New York City bachelor's pad. Though we weren't quite there, I still felt as luxurious and pampered as one should in a spot like this.

White marble flooring led us all the way to his dining room. Black utilities and furniture contrasted the ground choice well. It felt open and spacious, very homey. Luke even gave us a quick tour of his tidy home.

His room was splashed with red. A dozen roses or a red blend wine could compare to the color scheme. The theme surprised me, as I had assumed blue and white were his colors. I had learned they were black and red that night.

Moving along through the course of the night, we found ourselves folding into our bodies from the hyena-like laughter erupting through Luke's palace. An intense game of Cards Against Humanity was firing us up as we sat around the round glass table.

My shoes and purse were somewhere scattered in his living room. I didn't bother to keep track of them. What I did keep track of, though, were my increasing points during this card game.

Luke cleared is throat to speak, sipping a cabernet in his hands. "During sex, I like to think about blank," he called out, giving us the topic of the card.

I rummaged through my card pile, analyzing my deck as thoroughly as I could even though I also had a glass of cab in my hand and it wasn't helping. Ashton and Ania had already given their cards to Luke and I felt the pressure as they grilled me for being so slow.

"Okay," I mumbled handing my card to Luke.

He picked up our cards, putting a hand to his forehead and already laughing. We all know this was a quality topic.

"During sex I like to think about a really cool hat." We all glared over to Ashton, his hands already raised in defense.

"I needed to get rid of it!" He yelled, all of us still giggling at not only his answer but him in general.

"During sex I like to think about powerful thighs." Another round of laughter came from us as Luke continued to read. Nothing was a better sound than him reading off various profanities and vulgar words. It had been so entertaining as he was so composed all the time.

"And during sex I like to think about a snapping turtle biting the tip of your penis."

That was the one. Ania had knocked her elbow on the glass from laughing so hard, and most of us had sounded like a squeaky toy who just lost the squeak. Wheezing, nearly crying, silent laughing. All from a stupid card game. We all knew I played weird cards and I was the well deserved winner.

Seeing that toothy drunk grin from someone like Luke was my favorite portrait. A painting I could analyze all day. Time seemed to slow in the brief moment that our eyes met. His hand fell on my knee, giving it a tight squeeze. In the moment I had felt pure golden happiness.

-

Luke tried to get us to stay for so long. It was nearing 4am and while we were exhausted we needed to get home and change and unwind.

He had called us a cab ride home at least, which was very generous to say the least. From the sneak peak I saw into Luke's life it seemed he could afford it, though.

We headed out to the car as it came. We said our goodbyes and were escorted to Luke's front door. Ania went straight out while I was tugged back in through the doorway by Luke.

"Meet me at Rose Park tomorrow afternoon. 12?" He didn't even ask, more so stated. It didn't seem like he gave me a "yes" or "no" option.

"Why?" I hesitantly asked.

Luke furrowed his eyebrows at me, confused, as if I was supposed to know the answer to my question. "Because when I wake up I'll want to see you again," he told me.

"Okay." A smile crept up on my face. "12," I assured. His grip on my wrist softened as he pulled me in close to him.

"Thank you for coming over." He mumbled into my hair, kissing the crown of my head shortly.

My cheeks burned red at his action. I wasn't used to kisses from Luke, or anyone in general. "Thank you for being my karaoke partner," I responded, looking up to meet his caring eyes and sweet smile which fell as fast as my sentence ended.

He groaned, rubbing his temples. "I forgot about that."

I chuckled and released myself from his grip.

"Tomorrow," he said. I nodded.

"Tomorrow."

-

A/N:

my brain Truly stopped working during this update it took me forever to write this

tag yourself I'm ania

so how r we feeling about the luke and michael and mabel triangle