Luke's POV
My mom gave me some great advice. She said that if I loved Madison I should get her back, chase her. She told me that if Madison was my soul-mate that we would survive the band traveling and the time apart. I don't know if I believe in soul-mates but I do believe in love.
Now, I lay in bed trying to unfold this mess. I could tell Madison loved me deeply, a thousand times as much as any girlfriend I have ever had. I could tell by the way her eyes lite up after seeing me and when we kissed, she kissed me like it would be the last one we would ever share. She adored me, I knew she had fallen in love with me. That is what scared me. I don't deserve to be loved so graciously by such a kind person. She deserves it though. She deserves to be loved like that. That very thought is what pushes me to love her forever. No one will ever love her like I do. No one will ever admire her quirks like I do. No one will ever know that she secretly still loves the Jonas brothers or that she is afraid of the dark.
I haven't fully figured her out because our love blossomed and died in such a short amount of time, my fault of course. I don't even know if she will try again. She may even slam her door in my face but what if she lets me in. It is like a metaphor. If she lets me in I will be able to break down her walls and try. She deserves someone who will never give up on her and I doubted myself before but not anymore. She has built an infinite fire in my soul that grows at the sight of her. Being away from her only made it grow.
I want her. I will always want her. I haven't been able to think straight since I left her. Things in my mind start to get hazy as I drift off into dream land. Soon my eyes are closed and my mind is far away from reality.
White. All I see is white. Aliens? Is the end here?
"Get up, Hemmings. We have a meeting." I hear Michael say grumpily. Okay so no alien invasion just a grumpy Michael. I groan, pulling the covers over my head. "I will pour water on you, if you don't get up."
"Or you can snuggle with me?" I ask hopefully.
"As appealing as that sounds we have to leave in 5 minutes so hurry." I groan again as I get out of bed. I hate meetings.
At the meeting they tell us we will be going on tour. That changed my mood drastically. Touring the world. I cannot believe it. We were just a small band from Sydney and now we are smashing it. The tour isn't for another year but the tickets will go on sale in a few months. A lot can happen in a year. One thing I want to get during that time is Madison.
Once, the meeting is over I go to a smoothie place called the Juicery. After I pay for my Orange Mango smoothie, I go back to the hotel and play video games and eat pizza with Michael. After Michael gets mad at me, (like he usually does when we play video games together) I decided to go to my secret place. There is this beautiful, hidden spot that no one knows about at the beach and I go there when I just want to be alone. I am sure somebody owns that part of the beach but I haven't been caught yet so, why not. I take our rental car and put my guitar in the back. The drive is 20 minutes until, I meet my destination. I grab my guitar out of the trunk and put in around my arm.
While locking the car, I hike up the trail that people are taking to the beach but what they don't see is a trail that is hidden behind trees. I push past the trees and walk the worn down trail to the beach or lagoon type place. I unlace my shoes slipping them off in content. I hold them in my hands as I carefully make my way down the steep sand hill.
Finally, I am down on the shore. I squeeze the damp sand in between my toes and sigh in content. The sight could take anyone's breath away. The sunset was like a watercolor painted sky. The waves crashed onto the shore calmly. A perfect night. My heart became happy feeding off the beauty's positivity.
