Best nightmare~Luke punk AU

Chapter- 15

(I figured I should put Michael in here because he's kinda disappeared from the story...)

Michael's pov~

I haven't been to school in almost 2 months.

Sure I'd heard news about everything that went on. 

Luke and Rose are a couple now.

It got out that supposedly Anna and Calum slept together.

After that...after the two girls that I had feelings for got feelings for somebody else, how was I supposed to show my face at school.

How was I supposed to go and see Luke and Calum without blowing up.

You see, in school I was always known as the short-tempered kid. The kid who could get so angry that he could possibly kill a man. I was that kid. Everybody knew not to mess with me because of that. Of course I didn't think I was capable of killing a man....but I could quite possibly injure somebody servilely.

Anna probably already hated me but I didn't know about Rose. i didn't know what anybody had told her.

Maybe I would've had her if it wasn't for bad boy Luke.

Just maybe.

If it weren't for Luke, maybe I would have her. Or maybe things would've gone as they were supposed to. Maybe I would've at least still been with Anna and Rose would've been with Calum.

If it weren't for Luke things would be perfect.

I hated Luke Hemmings and i had to do something about it.

Luke's Pov-

I walked into the old wear house. The rusty old tin 3 story building with shattered windows and rusting metal.

This was our building.

Since I had moved here from Australia 3 years ago this had become our building.

Everybody thought I had only moved here over the summer but really I had been here for a while. I just hid. I got homeschooled. After my first year of being here, it happened. The year I was supposed to go back to school was the year he was taken from me.

My best friend.

My brother.

He was dumb. Always doing something he shouldn't have been doing. 

That night. The movie. The bridge. The rocks. The police. The ambulance.

What went down that night, I only allowed myself to cry over it once. I missed him. Ben was the only one who got it. The only one who understood.

Then I had nobody who understood. Nobody got it. Nobody understood why it was fun to disobey and rebel. It wasn't to make my parents angry or to be a jail rat and learn how to make knives of everything. It was difficult to explain why but that's just it. Even though it was hard to explain Ben understood.

I was always bad before. It started out little. When I was young it was small things like Drawing on everything in sharpie. Pouring glue all over the couch. Going out of my way to make the house a mess. Not listening to my parents.

Then as i got a little older, it got a little worse.

Spray painting on walls. Hanging with older kids. Going out past curfew. Taking money from my parents. Cursing at my teachers.

When I got a little worse, we moved to America.

My mum thought I should be homeschooled for a year. It would prep me for 10th grade and the rest of my high school years. I was gonna miss my first year of high school but I didn't care too much.

Except when my mum thought homeschooling would help, she was wrong. It just gave me more opportunity's to sneak out. I was at home. I didn't even have to attend school and I always found ways to make my tutor's leave.

In America everybody thought I was gonna get better. But I didn't.

I started smoking. Drinking. Drugs. Not coming home for days at a time. Stealing things.

My parents and my goody two shoes brother Jack would always get angry about it.

But Ben never did. Because he understood.

Me and Ben adopted the old wear house.

We came here almost every night. I missed it. I hadn't been here since that night.

I wandered around the wear house to see what was still there.

In all the corners were full bottles of random types of alcohol, which is partial to what caused Ben's death. He was defiantly drunk that night.

Under the floor boards were still the papers full of ideas on how we were gonna run away and become millionaire's. I was gonna sing my way to the top of the charts, and Ben would do what he did best. He was gonna find a way to steal millions of dollars.

I used to love singing and playing guitar, but only Ben knew about that. He was the only person who cared about my talents. He was the only one more concerned about my feelings and talents than he was concerned about keeping me out of jail and putting me into a teen help center.

That night I lost part of me. Ben and I were stuck together like the glue I used to decorate the couch cushions many years ago.

Now nobody got it. Now I only knew blocking my feelings out, because with nobody else to care about them, I didn't either.

I think I finally came here after almost 2 years because I was starting to feel things again. It was harder to block out my feelings now.

But as I sat in the wear house tonight, I think I realized. Ben didn't feel. Ben didn't want to care about what he did wrong. He didn't get ever get scared. He didn't ever have a real girlfriend because he didn't get feelings for anybody. He knew he was going no where in life but he didn't care.

Maybe that's what caused him to die that night. Not the movie or the beer or the rocks.

Maybe it was because he didn't feel. He didn't ever feel scared. So he did it. He didn't ever love anybody so he had nobody to live for. he didn't have any feelings so he didn't ever think anything through. he didn't think about the consequences of what he was doing that night.

Tonight I realized that going down that path. Not feeling. Always wanting to be like Ben. It was gonna get me killed.

And while I was always gonna miss Ben, I have to let that go. I have to be somebody else or else I'm gonna end up feelingless, dumb, and dead, just like Ben.

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This is just a filler because I figured Luke should have a back story so yeah.