A Little Death ; 5sos

eight

If there was one thing Luke hated- it was a druggie, and he was not about to allow the only happy thing in his life become one.

Luke absolutely hated the wince-inducing smell they emitted everywhere they went, which was due to their fetid clothes and breath. You can easily detect if a person does drugs by their smell. To Luke- they were basically low-life bums. (a/n sorry if you're into that stuff- no offense).

After "The Confrontation", (as it is now being called by Luke) that happened a couple hours ago, there were many questions on the boy's mind. Why would Elaine think that he didn't care? She has literally been the only person who has noticed him this whole year. And what the hell does she mean when she says she "sees things"?

While Luke was walking down the street contemplating these questions, he spotted something peculiar: Some boy with bright red hair handing Elaine a tiny bag filled with...what is that? Baby powder? He continues to watch as she hastily snatches the bag away from the tall punk and walks away.

Luke swiftly follows behind, trying not to get caught by the moody girl. He follows her for a while until they somehow end up in another alley.

Why are there so many allies in this fucking town?

Abruptly, Elaine stops and turns around, catching Luke by surprise.

"Why are you following me?" Elaine challenges, eyeballing Luke up and down and puffing out her chest slightly, attempting to look bigger and more intimidating than she really is. As always, he was wearing black on black, but she was also.

"What's in the bag?" Luke backpedals, completely disregarding her question.

"Nothing that concerns you..." Elaine ambiguously answers, looking guilty of something regardless.

It didn't take long for Luke's eyes to widen in realization. It was coke. Cocaine. Crack. Blow. The Nose Candy, and whatever other names there are for it.

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" Luke asks. He really did care for her. Like a lot. "I just want to help you." He speaks softly. "You're the only person kind enough to talk to me these past couple of months and I really like you and appreciate you and I thin-" Luke's rambling was cut short by Elaine.

The fragile girl breaks down and starts to cry uncontrollably. Sobs leave her body as waves of tears seep from her eyes and roll down her red cheeks.

She's all alone and that's not right.

All Luke can do is stuff the bag of coke in his pocket and hug her until she eventually calms down enough to speak to him.

"Some people, they call me a 'freak'. I am. I am a freak."

All of the pain she had gathered up over the years was let out in a random alleyway... while holding a bag of cocaine...and with a giant, awkward, teenage boy (attempting) to comfort her.

Yet all the while, Elaine still wanted the bag because, who knows? She might need it later. Sneakily, she reaches into the boy's pocket and retrieves the small package.

Luke completely forgets there even was a bag in the first place; he was lost in his own thoughts. Did he possibly love this girl he had just met a mere weeks ago?

The answer is yes.

And he had just realized that.

a/n basically: luke loves elaine; elaine loves drugs. ok. cool.