The Devil and His Flower//5SOS •Luke Hemmings•

Lydia Deets, Looney Tunes, and almost dying

When I woke up I had a really bad migraine. I got them quite often, so often that my mom got worried and took me to a doctor when I was 10. They said it was something from genetics, probably my dads side. Now I have to take migraine medicine every time I wake up, and before I go to sleep which is just fucking lovely.

I got dressed in a band tee of The Cure, a pair of ripped skinny jeans, my beloved black converse,  some bracelets and a necklace. I shoved my migraine medicine into my front pocket and walked down the stairs. Mom was at work already so I decided to go on another walk.

I walked out of the house, locked the door, plugged my headphones into my phone, put my playlist on the loudest setting, put my headphones in, and shoved it into my back pocket.

The song that was currently playing was Stay Together for the Kids by blink-182. I was in the middle of texting Michael to see if he was busy and if he wanted to hang out, when one of my headphones was gently tugged out of my left ear. I looked to the side of me and saw Luke.

"Dude next time you do that, I will stab you with a fucking pencil, I just wanted to listen to some blink in peace." I stated, clearly irritated. He smirked, "So she can sing, play guitar, and has an amazing taste in music, is there anything that you can't fucking do?" He asked.

"Yeah, there is." I stated dryly, not really wanting to deal with him. Luke looked at me, "Like what?" He asked. Why did he want to know, it's not like it was his business anyway. I decided on telling him, given the fact that I was friends with Michael which meant I'd see Luke more and he'd probably find out anyway. I took out the bottle of migraine medicine from my pocket and shook them, catching the attention of Luke. "I can't fucking think." I stated.

He looked at them and then at his shoes. "Oh." He said. As he said that, I got an answer back from Michael, saying that he wasn't busy. I texted him back.

Pizza Freak- I'm free to hang out, the rest of the band minus Luke is here, u ok with that? do u need my address?

Vi- yeah, that's fine,does looney tune number one always pull earbuds out of peoples ears and follow them down streets?

Pizza Freak- I'm assuming u mean Luke, no he doesn't, maybe he likes you ;)

Vi- if he does it's one fucking sided, I'll ask if he wants to come with me.

I shoved my medication back into my pocket and looked at Luke, "So looney tune, you feel like going to Michaels at the moment, because that's where I'm headed." I stated. Luke didn't stop walking. "Yeah, that's fine, I was already going there anyway." He said, in an irritated tone, that I didn't understand why he was using.

I got Michael's address from Luke. The both of us walking in silence, that is until Luke broke it. "Can you at least put on some music or some shit." He asked in a some-what sincere tone.

I sighed and unlocked my phone, went to my music and went to my playlist, unplugged my headphones and handed it to Luke. "Everything I listen to is in that playlist, I don't know if there's anything that you like in there, but there it is." I stated, turning my attention back to the sidewalk in front of me as Luke took a look at my music prefrences.

"You like a lot of music, ironically, a lot of the same bands as the guys and I." He chuckled. After Luke finally picked a song by Good Charlotte, he still had my phone and I didn't understand why. "Luke, can I-uh, can I have my phone back?" I asked him. He turned his head towards me.  "Yeah, I'm just putting my number in your phone just incase you get tired of Michael's shit." he joked.

I watched as he closed out of the music app, revealing my background of me and my mom, cleary high off our asses. Luke looked at me again. "Whose that?" he asked. Why did he want to know literally everything about me?

"Why do you want to know?" I asked him. He held his hands up in deffense. "I just want to learn about you, so maybe we could be friends." He stated. He had a valid answer, even if I didn't intend on being friends with this blonde tattooed boy. I sighed. "That's me and my mom." I smiled.

Luke looked at me in surprise. " You get high with your mum?" he questioned, and I laughed. "Occasionally. Evelyn had me when she was 16, that woman is my best friend, so yes we get high together, literally she once told me if you ever wanna try something else besides weed, come to me and me only, she knows I won't though, I have enough shit going on as it is, but nevertheless, my mom is a fucking saint." I stated.

"Your not so innocent, Lydia Deets." He joked. I stopped walking and glared at him. "Why did you gave me that dumb ass nickname, we literally met on accident yesterday." I stated.

He stopped walking and turned around, a smirk plastered to his face as he bit his lip ring. "Because you are a complete fucking mystery, you show up out of no where, have an American accent and just remind me of her okay." He said. I looked at him. "I am not a fucking mystery, you fucking looney tune, I was born in fucking Aussie!" I yelled. I didn't even know why I was mad.

"You were born here, then why'd you leave, where'd you come from?" He pressed. "Jesus, Luke, this is my 30th fucking time moving, and moving here wasn't exactly fucking planned but GiGi isn't doing so well, so mom decided to drag me out of school right before my senior year and now I am in a place I rather not be, and she doesn't want to be here, and to be honest neither do I, we fucking left 13 years ago for a fucking reason." I yelled.

Luke's curious eyes dropped into guilt and his smirk quickly faded. "Oh, Jesus Violet, I-I'm fucking sorry." He said. I let out a sarcastic chuckle as I turned, "Yeah, okay, I'm walking over here to Michaels, I can't fucking deal with you." I stated, starting to walk into the street and onto the other side walk.

I was just stepping into the street when a car came towards me and my eyes went wide, but before I almost died I felt a hand grab my waist and I was pulled back into someone's chest. I looked up and saw Luke. "Get the fuck off of me." I said trying to get out of his grasp. Luke stepped back and put his hands on my shoulders.

"Violet, you almost just fucking died." Luke exclaimed with wide eyes and a worried face. I chuckled. "It wouldn't have been the first time."

And with that, I watched Luke's worried blue eyes fill back up with curiosity and mischief. I'm not gunna lie, I liked it when his eyes did that. We walked to Michael's house in complete silence, Luke to the side of me. He wouldn't let me cross the street again so I was stuck.

When we reached Michael's house, Luke opened the door and we walked in.