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•OPENING NIGHT // LUKE PATTERSON•

"Y/n!" I hear like shout from behind me, as I quickly slam my locker and try to walk away. Unfortunately, Luke has always been a fast runner, so in no time he was gripping my arm, and forcing me to face him.

"What do you want?" I spit, which makes him frown.

"What's wrong with you?" He asks.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me is the fact that you have single-handedly broken our family over some stupid band." I turn away, but he quickly runs in front of me, stopping me from moving.

"I know I messed up, but we both know that I can't go back now."

"You shouldn't have left in the first place. All mom does is watch out the window, waiting for you to come back, and dad is so busy with work that I have to console her, which is not an easy task." He looks down as I speak, the shame of it clearly catching up to him.

"I just wanted to tell you that the guys and I are playing the orpheum on Friday, I would love it if my family would be there." He was being sincere over what he was saying.

"I have plans, but I'll pass the message onto mom and dad." I say briefly, as I push past him and carry on with my day.

-

"I'm home!" I shout as I walk inside.

"In the kitchen." I hear mom say. I make my way there, throwing down my bag as I walk over.

"Hey." I say to both my parents, who were having tea at the island.

"How was school?" Dad asks as I sit next to him.

"Luke spoke to me today." I grab one of the cookies out the tin, and take a bite as they both stare at me intensely.

"What did he say?" Mom asks with a weary voice.

"His band is playing the orpheum on Friday, he wants us to go, I told him I have plans but I would pass it onto you." I explain, before finishing the cookie.

"The orpheum?" Dad asks.

"Mhm." I mumble, clearly not as interested in likes gig then they were.

"We have to go." Mom says, which makes me snap my head toward her. "What? Luke had been gone for a while and I would like to see him, especially when he's on stage doing what he loves."

"I have homework, I'll see you later." I mumble, walking out the kitchen and into my room.

-

I haven't seen Luke or any of his band mates over the last two days at school, but I knew they were probably just getting prepared for tonight.

I still had plans with a friend to go to a party that one of the football players was throwing, but my parents had been talking about this concert since we found out about it.

"Mom, I'm off now." I say to her as she puts on her lipstick.

"We'll be leaving soon too, have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't, okay?" She gives me a quick hug.

"Bye dad!" I shout, knowing he was still in the bathroom.

"Bye, be back before 12 please." He replies.

"I know!" I laugh at his rules.

"Hey you!" Sam says as he pulls up to my driveway.

"Heyo, I need to get away from here, take me away Sammy!" I hop in his car and make my way to the party.

Sam opens my door once we get there. And makes sure to hold my hand as we make our way inside, knowing that my balance wasn't the greatest, especially in heels.

The party seemed like it was already in full swing when we entered, so it didn't take Sam and I long to get involved in the shenanigans that were taking place.

Sam and I were in the living room, taking to a few of the cheerleaders as the host of the party, Tommy, runs in and turns on the tv, shushing everyone to be quiet.

"Our top story tonight covers the sudden death of three teenagers who were set to play the Orpheum later tonight." This instantly gets my attention, I get off the couch and push to stand in front of the tv.

"Reggie peters, Alex Mercer, and Luke Patterson were apart of a band called sunset curve, when only an hour ago they were all pronounced dead at the Los Angeles community hospital. Local authorities are looking for clues as to how the three had died, but nothing had come up so far, back to you Michael." The news reporter says.

The tension in the room felt heavier then the guilt I was feeling.

I could tell that everyone was waiting for me to freak out, but I turned around, even though everyone's eyes were on me.

"Would you mind taking me home?" I ask Sam, somehow still remaining calm. He quickly nods and grabs my hand, pulling me out the house, knowing that I would break at any second.

We made it halfway down the lawn when I broke down. I didn't care if everyone in the house was watching me, I couldn't help it as my sobs broke the silence that had surrounded the house.

Sam wrapped his arms around me, calming me down enough to get me home, so I could grieve with my parents over the loss of my only brother and their only son.