𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 - 𝒎.𝒈.𝒄.

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 4 - 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒗𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

«Frustration, desperation
They say I need some kinda medication
Situation, no motivation
Desperation, permanent vacation
Hey, I'm doing fine
And I know I'm out of line
So let's sing this one more time
It goes
Destination, permanent vacation»

Days passed by faster than ever. Now that I had to study I didn't have enough free time to think about… Bad things. Mikey was always by my side. He never left me for a second, except for when we had Art or Biology lessons and when… Ahem. When one of us needed to go to the bathroom.
Anyways, as I was saying, time flew and soon almost a month had passed since that night. I was getting used to calling Amy my mum - she was a good person and she loved me, it was obvious - and I had become friends with Calum, Ash and Luke. We often went to Luke's place to sing together and sometimes we posted our own versions of famous songs on his YouTube channel.
Mr. Collins still asked me weird questions about angels or about my past every now and then, but Luke and Calum always tried to catch his attention to distract him from me. They were good friends.
I had met Mrs. Black in Chemistry class, a kind woman who always stared at me with warm brown eyes and an apologetic look on her face. I still hadn't figured out why.
The boy's bathroom at school had caught on fire twice in less than a month. When I asked Luke about it, he just shrugged and said "That kid from English Class, Tommy, got... excited."
Sometimes I would've sworn that I had seen something - someone? - zoom around the hallways at the speed of light. Michael thought I was going insane. He wanted me to talk to a therapist or something. Of course I didn't listen to him.
That day I was about to meet the boys for practice.
I still hadn't figured out why I could remember things I wasn't supposed to know. I was driving Michael insane. He kept looking at me like my hair was on fire every time I hinted something about our future.
That day we were walking to Luke's house, even though Karen, Amy and Daryl were worried sick. In their minds, the last time we had walked around on our own we had almost got run over by a car.
"We'll be fine, mum, don't worry!" said Michael, for the hundredth time, hugging Karen.
"You heard him, mum!" I said, trying to reassure Amy. "It's something that happens to one in a million- well, two in a million. We'll be alright, I promise."
"Be careful!" Daryl warned us, for the billionth time that day. "Watch out for cars, look at the headlights and keep a flashlight with you if it gets dark, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. Bye, dad!"

"Hey Luke! Open up!" I smiled, knocking on my friend's door, with Mikey by my side.
The boy appeared on the door after a couple of seconds, smiling. "Hey guys! Come in, Cal's already here. News on Ashton?"
"He told me he'd be here today," said Michael. "Maybe he's just a bit late."
Just as he said that, a car stopped on the driveway and a familiar brown haired boy almost jumped out.
"Hi guys!" he smiled as soon as he saw us.
"Hi Ash" smiled Michael.
"Come in!"
"Hey guys!" greeted Calum.
"Oh, there you are!" smiled Liz, Luke's mum, holding a tray of cookies. "I made you something! Luke, dear, I'm going to the store. Be good, okay? I'll be home soon."
"Okay, mum. See you later, love you. So, let's get started!"

"Alright, we did it!" I smiled, after a couple of hours, after we had practiced a few songs.
"This one was good, eh?" exclaimed Michael.
"Definitely!" said Ashton, who just couldn't stop smiling. "I think we'll become popular soon!"
"Well, I hope we will. I'm not so sure though."
"Oh, don't be so much of a pessimist, Cal!" smiled Luke. "Even if we don't, at least we had fun."
"He's right. Our goal is having fun!"
"Yeah, Mikey, but maybe getting famous would be cool."
"Changing the subject! Do any of you know what the chemistry homework for tomorrow is?" asked Cal, checking his backpack. "I think I forgot to write them down yesterday."
"I think Mrs. Black said we should try an experiment at home with salt and water" said Michael.
"Yeah, what? Cooking pasta?" I asked.
Ashton nodded, completely serious. "That could work."