Every Storm (Punk/Dirty Luke Hemmings Fanfiction)

6.// First impressions

Luke and I sat on the couch, my father was out getting Jackson from baseball, and my mother was in the kitchen just finishing up some food for tonight.

We are having a Halloween party tonight and tomorrow is Halloween.

"You two should get your costumes on, people should be here any minute."

"Okay." I got up and pulled Luke up with me.

"Let's go." we head upstairs, when my mother calls up.

"Your Aunt Beth is here!"

"Oh my! Aunt Beth! Come with me Luke."

I run down the stairs with Luke trailing behind me.

My Aunt stood in the doorway with her husband and two kids.

They had just taken their jackets off and my mother grabs a platter for my aunt.

"Aunt Beth!" I run to her and give her a big Hug. she has flown in from England for two weeks.

"Oh Isabella! You have grown so much!" She hugs me tightly.

I pull out of the hug when she did and Luke comes up behind me.

I grab hug hand. "Aunt Beth, this is Luke. My boyfriend."

"Oh! I see. Quite the tall one. You already changing into your costume with that lip ring and eye brow piercing? Huh?"

"Uhh, those are real." she froze.

"What? So he is a bad boy?"

"No. He's really sweet."

"Okay, well than. It's nice to meet you Luke."

"It's nice to meet you too." she puts her hand out and he shakes it.

"Hello Luke. You can call me Tom."

"Nice to meet you Tom." he shakes his hand as well.

"And Luke, this is Darcy and Ivie. Kids, this is Luke. My boyfriend."

"Hi Luke." They both say and run off.

LUKE'S P.O.V

It is really awkward to meet Bella's family.

They all hate me. But I should be used to it by now. Everyone I come across hates me.

But between you and me, I like it. No one can stomp all over me like they do everyone else.

But something is different with Isabella. I want her.

I need her with me. For once in my life I care about my first impression towards people.

I care how her family sees me because if they hate me I will not be able to see Bella again.

"Luke?" Bellas voive breaks me from my train of thought, "Uh, Yeah?" I look up at her.

"Here is your costume." She smiles up at me and hands me it.

"Okay." I take it and get changed. I turn around and she is standing in the mirror faing away from me, fixing her black shirt.

I come up behind her and wrap my arns around her, leaning my head on her shoulder.

"I have to say, We look good." She says. I nod, having to agree with her.

I check us out, up and down. I had black jeans that were rolled up a little to show my shoes better, And a white T shirt with a leather jacket, with my hair slicked back.

Bella bad on black leggings, a black shirt like the one Sandy wears in Grease and some high red heals.

"I need to do my hair and makeup still." She says, going into her bathroom anf begins doing her hair.