My Sunflower

Chapter Ten.

Melody's POV. 

It's Sunday night, two days after the gig at Insomnia. But that means it's also two days since I very nonchalantly told Luke I might be kind of into him. I have spent the last day in bed, basically just sleeping the post gig exhaustion off, and ignoring the fact I am sort of falling for one Mister Luke Patterson.

I hear a knock on my door and groan, "Come in," and in walks Reggie.

"Hmm, I'd hate to be the one who wakes up to you like this," he gestured to my messy hair and sleepy eyes, chuckling.

"Reggie, we live together. That 'one' is currently you," I laughed.

"Oh, I didn't think about that. ANYWAYS" he laughed at me, sitting on my bed. "We're meeting the guys at the studio for lunch in an hour, so get ready!" he jumped off my bed, heading for the door.

"Wait, Reg!" I called after him.

"Yes Mel?" he asked, a sly smile written on his face.

"You've spoken to Luke, I take it?" I asked, attempting to hide the blush on my cheeks.

"I have no clue what you're talking about, but you're gonna tell me," he lied.

"I think I may have, sorta, kinda, maybe told Luke.. that I'm.. um.. That I'm into him," there was no hiding the blush now.

"Oh yeah, that," he laughed a silly laugh.

"Hmm yeah just that," I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

"Yes, Luke did indeed tell me about that predicament. And you two may very well find yourselves alone to have a very interesting discussion," he teased.

"Can you just tell me if he likes me so I don't have a panic attack Reg," I pretend to cry and softly chuckled.

He exited my bedroom and came back holding a polaroid photograph.

"What's this?" I asked, taking the photo out of his hands.

"You tell me, PRINCESS!" he laughed. "But seriously, studio for lunch in an hour, get ready, you slob."

We entered the studio to find Alex, and some pizza.

"Where's Luke?" Reggie took the words right out of my mouth.

"He should be here soon, I think," Alex said, grabbing a slice of pizza.

As if on cue, Luke stormed into the studio. He seemed upset or angry. It was a different kind of angry from the whole situation after we played at insomnia, this was pain.

He slammed his bag onto the floor, before heading towards his electric guitar and plugging it into an amp. He began playing a song that sounded like pure anger and frustration.

"Hey, Luke?" I shouted trying to get his attention.

"Not now!" he called out, continuing to play his guitar.

The guys looked at me with concerned expressions. We each looked at one another trying to figure out what to do or what happened. We came to a silent agreement for the guys to go outside and wait while I tried to figure out what was wrong with our typically cheerful friend.

I stood and approached the angry rocker and tapped his shoulder.

"What's wrong, Luke?" I asked, gently rubbing his arm.

He paused his strumming and looked me in the eyes. Through those beautiful hazel eyes all I could see was pain.

"You can tell me Luke.. I'll always be here to listen without judgement," I gently caressed his cheek, maintaining eye contact.