fixed // luke hemmings

one

"Alex!"

I sit up abruptly in my bed from the sudden sound of my name. The clock on my wall shows the time of 6:30am which reminds me that it's only Wednesday and there's still 3 more days of school left. To be quite honest, I don't really see the point in getting up early for school and having to make our own way to that so-called "educational" building. I mean, why can't the teachers come to us? Why can't we all be home schooled? It would save a lot of time, don't you think?

But like every other day this week, I finally manage to get myself out of bed after struggling to pull the warm, soft covers off and over my head.

"Are you up yet?!" my mum calls again.

I groan and make some sort of teenage noise to show my mum that I am in fact out of bed.

As I walk towards my door, I catch sight of myself in my giant mirror and I stand there, looking at my ugly self and wondering why and how I came to be like this. However, I quickly rush out of the door to avoid any more stress.

When I get to the family bathroom only to realise that it's occupied, I firmly bang on the door with the back of my hand.

"Owen!! Are you in there? Hurry up!"

"Man just leave me alone!" he replies, loudly.

"You have your own bathroom, why are you hogging this one for?"

"Urgh, why do you always get your own way?" he mumbles.

My 13 year old brother opens the bathroom door to reveal himself holding a toothbrush and a flannel.

"Are you quite finished?" I ask, smirking slightly.

"Fuck you Alex," he responds, pushing past me.

Laughing at his words, I step into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. It might sound weird, but this is the only time of the day where I really get peace and quiet, seeing as I'm not allowed my own ensuite anymore.

After having a quick wash, I announce that the family bathroom is now free as I leave. On the way back to my room, I bump into my mum.

"You're looking happy this morning," she smiles.

The only reason she thinks that is because I haven't got my 'I hate you and want to kill you all' face on.

"Mhm,"

"Remember to come straight home after school so I can take you to your therapist,"

Jesus christ, that god damn therapist! Mum feels the need to take me to her twice every week to help with my 'suicidialness' as she calls it. When really it's just called teenage years. I keep trying to explain to my mum that I'm not the only kid struggling to find different friends and socialise, but she never listens. Instead I reply with something else, so she doesn't go into too much detail.

"Oh please, when do I ever go out after school,"

I make my way around her, still needing to get to my room.

"You've been spending an awful lot of time round Luke's house," she points out.

Okay yes I do go round to Luke's house almost everyday but that's only because he's the closest friend I've ever had and I don't want him knowing what freaks I have of a family.

I smile, hoping that she doesn't see. Luke is the greatest friend anyone could ever have and my mum always thinks we're more than that but trust me, after this friendship there's no way we can ever become more than friends.

"Well, you better go and finish getting ready for school, it's almost 7am," she grins and carefully pats me on the back.

As she does so, I grimace slightly, but luckily she doesn't notice.