I woke up early in the morning, still on the couch. Luke's arms were still wrapped around me. I thought i should see if any of my friends texted me. I tried to squeeze out of Luke's arms without him noticing. It didn't work. "Hey Dee. Watcha doin?"
"I was just gonna get my phone. Be back in a minute."
"Okay..."
I got up and grabbed my phone off the counter. I logged in and saw all hate, with a little love spread in there, but not much.

I dropped my phone, right there on the floor. Nearly crying, i stumbled back to Luke. "Hey Dee, whats wrong."

"Im deleting Twitter off my fucking phone."

"That sounds like a good idea. But you do know, that all those girls are jealous. They just want a little bit of this." He stood up and did a dance move that he thought was "sexy", which just made him look like an idiot. I laughed.

He grabbed my phone and hit a few buttons before handing it back to me. "There. All better."

I just realized this is one of the many reasons i am in love with this idiot.