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A message to bring

The sun found it’s way through the clouds and into my bedroom. And gosh, it would have been a beautiful fall morning… if I weren’t sick. 

All I could think about was my head that was close to bursting from all the slime in my scull. Charming, really.

And I really weren’t in the mood for snappy comments. You sure?

“May?” I heard my mom call from the hallway. I quickly pulled my duvet all the way over my head to escape from the reality calling.

“May I know you’re up” Dammit.

I crawled out of my cave and flinched by the light. Turning into a vampire, huh? Smooth.

“Mom I can’t go to school today, I’m really sick” I sighed to finish it off and hoped for the best.

“It’s okay,” yes! “ But you still have to get up and eat” She wore that; you know I am right- expression.

There was no point at fighting against it really. Like other goddamn moms on this earth, she always knows what to do and how to do it. Except electronics. That is not a good combo.

After a few minutes of wining I got up, pulled on some shabby patterned joggings, a big hoodie and almost rolled down the stairs. I loafed over to the dinning table and with a huge sigh, I found myself comfortable in the seat.

My mom walked over to my table and placed a bowl of hot oatmeal porridge in front of me. Her dark blond hair still had the light colouring from the summer’s sun and her skin had a beautiful tan. Her grey-blue eyes sparkled with life even though she was past the fifties. 

She wore a light-blue cardigan over a white shirt, at the bottom she wore a dark blue jean and she matched it all with a smile. She worked as a middle-school teacher so her looking so awake was quite admirable.

“Honey, you need to eat your porridge before it gets cold” I did as my mom told me and quickly finished the porridge and afterwards I hurried up under the covers.

And so the day continued with complaining to myself how horrible my situation was and watching series on netflix, one of the few bright spots of the day. Another one was the fact that I didn’t have to see my teachers all day.

Nice.

Hours went by and I was still in my bed. Another episode of Gossip Girl started and I was back in the story. It’s a quite extraordinary really. So much drama boiled down to one show. Wow. Just imagine having one of their lives. I wouldn’t survive one day. You think so.

“Knock, knock”

You got to be kidding me.

It’s Mr. Luke Hemmings himself.

“Who the fuck let you in?” I wasn’t gonna let it be that easy.

“The door was open so…” He was standing in the doorway, one of his feet slightly touching the rim of the other.

“So you just walked in?”

“Relax, It’s not like I am some sort of serial killer”

“No, cause even a serial killer has more manners than that”

“Someone’s a little surly when she gets sick” He walked over and sat on my bed.

“Tell me about it” forget it; I didn’t have the surplus energy to be sullen.

I stopped the episode, removed the computer from my lab and got up in a proper sitting position. Luke had one of his legs under him and the other one dangling from the bed. His hair in a perfect quiff as always.

“So why are you here? You should be far away fearing my germ filled body like the others”

“I thought you might need company”

“No, seriously” He broke down his pokerface and cracked a smile.

“Actually I came here to apologize” This is interesting.

“Why?”

“Well I talked to Lydia…” he looked down on his intertwined hands and I knew what was coming.

“Luke it’s okay you don’t have to say any more” he looked up at me with a surprised expression on his face.

“Really?” he seemed quite confused by my reaction.

“Really.” I gave him a little smile and he took a relieved breath and just in a minute I really got why Lydia was so head over heels for this boy. He was a mix of sweetening and humbleness.

I wasn’t that close with Luke both I felt like this was the right moment.

“Lydias last class ends in 5 minutes… wanna get a cup of tea and wait for her here?”

His dimples showed.

“Sure”

-

“This is the part where you throw the confetti cause the bitch has arrived” Lydia danced into the living room and threw herself into the couch.

Luke and I were sitting in the kitchen drinking the last of our tea, discussing pointless stuff like the little quotes in the end of our teabags.

Luke got up from his stool and ran into the living room and threw his massive body at Lydia. A shriek escaped from her and so the laughs began. Normally I would have just stayed in my seat (especially because I was sick), but not this time. I can’t hold back every time something reminds me of my single status. It’s just ridiculous.

So I joined the body-mess and soon I was lying on top of Lydia who was lying on top of Luke.

“This is so not fair!” The blond boy cried.

“Who said anything about fair?” I reached down past the body under me and squeezed Lukes sides. He flinched and almost made the whole body-tower knock over.

“Oh so he’s ticklish?”

“Don’t you dare!”

“Shall we Lydia?” I could feel her smirk.

“Oh yes we shall”

Luke was a dead man.

-

We went on for half an hour until I sneezed and we were all reminded that I was still sick.

The couple decided to leave and let me get some rest and so I was back in my bed. Missed me Gossip Girl?

I had to admit; it had been a nice day. It was fun to hang with Luke and Lydia and for once I didn’t fell like I was the third wheel.

What a change it can make if you just make a little difference. Actually learned something today?

Well I had learned. And maybe it was time to put my inner sass-monster on the shelf. What?!

Goodbye.

-

My phone buzzed just as i was about to go to sleep. I climbed across the bed and picked it up from my blue nightstand. My eyes widened as a read the text.

Unknown number: I need to talk.

This could be nothing but bad news. 

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Okay so i know it's a filler but i thought it was kinda cute. ;)

Ready for some serious shit ass drama? 

I feel like this story took an unexpected turn.