Different || Luke Hemmings ||

Chapter 28

Chelsea Smith

I lay in my bed, with millions of thoughts on my mind.

I am just thinking about the times when Luke and I were happy and there wasn't much drama and we were so awkward together.

Gosh.

If I missed him that much, and I love him still then I should go talk to him.

What the fuck is stopping me?

Geez.

;

I can do this- no, I can't. He already knows I missed him. I don't know what to do.

"Hello Bailey?"

"Eh it's Chels! What do you want?"

"I am outside Luke's house, erm, in my car and I have no idea what to do."

"Go talk to him, you bloody moron." Bailey snaps at me.

"I don't know what to say, I mean like I don't know." I muttered.

"Hey Chels, you need to talk to him. Ever since you started dating that Logan guy, you needed to talk to Luke. I mean you're like so mean to him, man. I think he waited two years for you and like, you're being so cold to him. And he keeps forgiving you, because he loves you."

"Now I don't want to go in because I feel bad." I murmured.

"Goddamn it, Smith!" She ended the call and I let out a sigh.

Well, I am Chelsea, I am a badass and I can do this shit.

I get out of my car and walk to the front door.

I knock on the door and I heard Molly started barking.

"Shh Molly." I then heard Luke's voice and my palms starts to get sweaty.

The door swings open, "hey Lucas." I say awkwardly.

"Erm, I just want to say that I am sorry. And erh, I love you and I am so terribly sorry for all this years. I am a bad person, I know. But I don't want to lose you because you're my best friend ever since we were kids and erh, I don't want to let our relationship to ruin our friendship that I cherish very much."

"You always have been there for me when I am in trouble, or angry or sad. And I never truly said thank you because I felt awkward about it. But I am so sorry, and I am gonna repeat everything if you don't say something." My hands clench onto each other nervously.

"Firstly, relax." He invites me into the house, "secondly, you said sorry too many times and I am proud because you don't do that."

"Lastly, I will always love you, Chels."

"Luke Robert Hemmings, you're such an idiot for loving me. I am-"

"I don't want to hear what nonsense you think you are, ok? I've known you since forever, I know what I am doing." Luke cuts me off.

"Chelsea, we can just be together and forget about the world."

"That would be nice," I agree with his statement. "But I forgot to lock my car door," I say, jiggling my keys out.

I walk out of his house, wiping the tears that just fell.

I took a deep breath and open the back trunk.

"What are you doing?" Luke stood by the front door.

"I got something for you." I took out the black box.

"It's not our birthdays, Chels." He close the trunk door for me and I lock the car.

I followed him back into the house, "dude, we haven't saw each other in two years. I still buy you birthday presents and Christmas presents."

"Aw you see, you are a nice person." He smiles and I place the box on the table.

It's a huge box and inside there's more boxes.

I open the lid, "we're gonna start from the top which is our birthday." I take the small blue plain box out.

"It's very simple but it's a guitar pick necklace." I pass it over to him.

"Oh that's cute." He laughs. It is craved in 'I pick ♡ you'.

"It's kinda of weird now that I think about it." I put my hand to my forehead.

;

"Let's watch Frozen!" Luke suggested.

I shot him a look, "Frozen?" I raise my eyebrows at him.

"Why?" I ask.

"I don't know... I am just so bored." Luke mutters.

"So how's the Stephanie thing going?"

"Ok Luke, let's watch Frozen." I change back the subject.

"Chels."

"I got like an argument with them, trying to sort out why they're doing this to me. And I don't know what's gonna happen next because I think I am done with them. Like maybe I can live a life with my crew, with you and the boys and just making music and playing sports and don't have them interfering anymore."

"That's good." Luke kisses my forehead.

"You know I felt like you have changed." He says.

"Like a teensy bit." He smiles a little.

"You're so different from two years ago, like your attitude has change slightly better. But you're much more nervous than before which is not good, but now you have me."

I grin widely at him, "I still feel bad for leaving you two years ago. Things could've been way different if I didn't leave for tour."

"As long as I made you feel guilty, I am fine."

"And besides its a tour, you can't do anything about it."

He got up from the couch and make his way to the kitchen.

My phone vibrated, and all I saw was "PROM 💕 !!"