Demons~ Muke

I wanna get better

I didn't know I was lonely
'till I saw your face~

After he finished tending to me we sat for hours, talking about anything and everything. I had never connected with anyone before, not like I'd connected with him.
"Do you wanna see my room? We've been down here forever." he said out of the blue. My face lit up at the prospect. Someone's room is like a tiny window into their soul, who they are as a person, it tells you everything they fail to mention. I gladly accepted and he led me up the stairs to a door with a sign that looked like it belonged on the door of a 10 year old.
'LUKE'S ROOM. KEEP OUT OR ELSE.'
I decided not to comment on it because I didn't want him to think I was an ass hole after less than a day of knowing him. He opened the door and the smell hit me right in the face. The familiar odour of sweat, teenagers and men. "...Um yeah, sorry about the smell." he said awkwardly scratching the back of his neck whilst remaining in the doorway. His room was fucking awesome. The walls were suffocated in posters and there was a selection of guitars strewn around the room. However the first thing I noticed were the pink speakers in the corner of his room, oh my god they were great. After a few seconds he led me over to his bed where he sat after moving the countless shirts and pairs underwear that were lying on it. "Yeah I really didn't remember it being this messy." he said continuing to clear the area around us.
"Ha, you should see my room!" I laughed "I would show you but it kind of doesn't exist." my laughing stopped at this point. Luke's smile turned into a frown as his brows knitted together.
"What do you mean?" He asked, turning to look me directly in the eye. It was difficult for me to reply because of the beauty that I was faced with. His eyes were mesmerising, crisp blue pools of never ending intelligence and perfection. I shook my head as I snapped out of my brief fantasy.
"Oh...Um, what?" I questioned forgetting what he actually asked me.
"I asked what you meant." he said softly with hints of impatience and frustration.
"I'm pretty much homeless." I stated rather casually. His jaw dropped slightly as a concerned expression spread across his face. 

"Well where do you sleep?" He asked with the same expression on his face. I considered it for a moment.

"Umm...sometimes Cal's house but other than that just on the streets and stuff" I replied keeping eye contact with the boy in front of me.

"Who's 'Cal'?" He said sounding almost protective over me. That confused me a little, why would he be protective over me, he's just a stranger, why does it even matter to him where the hell I sleep?

"My friend." I said with a patronizing tone. 'Shit' I thought 'Your arse hole is showing' "Yeah, he's just a friend though." I said in an attempt to recover the situation. "He's pretty much all I have, no one has ever liked me enough to be friends with me." I spoke with undertones of pity lying in my voice. We sat in silence for a moment before Luke started to speak again.

"Well...I like you" He said sounding almost embarrassed. A smile crept softly on to my face as I tried to hide it. I giggled subconsciously, why was I being like this? I was like a schoolgirl with a stupid crush god dammit. 

"Well you know what bread stick? I like you too" I replied cockily to try and cover up the overwhelming feelings accumulating inside me. He looked mock offended and lightly hit me forgetting that I was suffocated in bruises. 

"SHIT SORRY!" He exclaimed less than a second later trying to pat my arm or something. I laughed

"Bro, bro, it's fine. It didn't hurt." I said chuckling lightly whilst removing his hand from my arm (reluctantly may I add)

"Okay but why bread stick?" 

"Because you're tall, pale and look delicious." I smirked, possessing the most smug smile I had ever managed.