Safety Pin • Luke Hemmings

Chapter 12

"What is your favorite song?" I asked Luke as we sat in his bedroom. I sat on the floor and he lay on his bed playing with a guitar pick.

"About a girl. Nirvana." He said.

I scribbled it down on my paper, I think that has been his favorite song since we first met.

"And you? Lemme guess, activity grrrl." He said.

"You know me so well," I said rolling my eyes.

It had also been my favorite song since we first met.

"What is your biggest accomplishment?" I asked reading off the list.
Luke didn't say anything for a moment but simply shrugged. "The band I guess."

Scribbling it down, he rolled over on his side looking at me, "What's yours?"

I grazed my tongue over my teeth thinking, the band was great but it would be over soon. "Making great friends," I said.

"Sappy." He said rolling back on his back.

"Do you believe in fate?" I asked.

He scoffed, "No." That was all he said.

I wrote down his no and my yes, not bothering to tell him my answer. "What is your biggest regret in life?"

Silence filled the room. These questions went from pirates or ninjas to your sworn regrets.

"I think mine..." I started, "..letting people change me."

Luke never met my eyes but stared at the ceiling nodding slightly. "Mines dating Jasmine."

I stifled a laugh and scribbled down his answer.

"What's so funny?" He asked an amused smile on his face as he rolled over.

"Come on, you seriously regret dating Jasmine more than me?" I asked giving him a crooked smile.

He nodded slowly, his smile dimming, "Yeah. I do."

My smile was gone now as I stared into his eyes swallowing lightly. "Last question," I said barely above a whisper.

"Do you Believe in second chances?" I breathed out.

He never took his eyes away from me, Staring daggers into my own eyes.

I watched as he nodded slowly, "Yeah. I do."

I nodded back at him. "Me too."

1/15.

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Friday night came faster than I was prepared for and I had one last thing to do before I went. It was currently 3, right after school and the bands started performing at 7.

But here I was, knocking on the front door holding a cheap bag filled with stuff from the local grocery store.

The red haired boy opened up the door, he almost sighed when he saw me. "Hey, Gigi."
I was ashamed of the brown hair covering my head at that moment.
I had been avoiding Michael Clifford for the past week because I was well, embarrassed. Running from all emotions of doing what was right.

"I'm... sorry." I breathed out, "Really Mikey I am. I was just so caught up in what Liam wanted that I forgot I had other people in my life as well. It's not even just the hair anymore, it's me ignoring you for a week. It's me being a terrible friend and I just hope that you can forgive me in time."

Michael had a small smile across his face as he held the door wider so I could come in.

I smiled greatfully stepping in the house.