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Lost Boy

»Ashlee«

"Cause I can't face the fact,
that nothing is better than you."

The sound of the whistling kettle screamed throughout the apartment. I rolled over and buried my face into my pillow, letting out a small groan. I didn't even remember making it to my room. I'd most likely fallen asleep in the car, so either Luke carried me in here or superman did. I'm almost as tall as Luke so if it was him and not superman then daym... he must be skilled in carrying tall teenage girls.

I heard Luke cluttering around in the kitchen, it was time to get up I decided. I sat up in my bed, the white sheets crinkling around me further. My phone was within my hand in an instant. I needed to get the confusion out of my head from last night. There was only one person I could talk to.

(Calum)

Lee: cal

Callie: whut? I was sleeping

Lee: I need to talk to you today

Callie: y, is it about your date last night?

Lee: yes, but i don't think it was a date?

Callie: why me? It's bc I'm your only gurlfrand right?

Lee: no, that's Michael

Callie: then what am I?

Lee: the smart asian kid we hang out with

Callie: there was a compliment in there somewhere

Lee: will you help me please?

Callie: only if i can b one of your gurlfrands.

Lee: is that all you want in life?

Callie: that and everyone to realize I'm not asian

Lee: okay... see you at school then

Callie: gurlfrand ;)

I sighed and got up, I took a quick shower - I was still trying to get used to seeing my pink hair in the mirror. I laughed at Ashton's reaction yesterday, although my smile dropped when he turned on Michael. Ashton could be a pure dïck sometimes.

I threw on a black crop-top and my black skinny jeans, along with an old pair of Mike's combat boots. Which subsequently he grew out of and I grew into. I pulled my long hair up into a messy bun as I couldn't be bothered with it hanging around my face today. My usual light makeup was applied and I left the bathroom quickly. Luke was making something in the kitchen, it probably included bacon because I could hear him curse every time the pan spat the hot oil at him.

I grabbed my bag from my room quickly before heading into the kitchen. I dropped my bag near the bench as I sat down. Luke was telling the bacon off for 'spitting' at him.

"It's rude to spit, you know?" He glared down at the bacon. It was funny, he was telling the bacon off as if it had feelings - he'd personified the bacon - which he seemed to be fine with cooking for some reason. No wonder it was spitting at him.

"No," he growled once more, giving the bacon a tap with his spatula.

I lost it. Literally. I lost all air from my lungs as I laughed so much at Luke's attitude towards the bacon.

"Hey!" Luke defended. "I'm trying to make us both bacon sandwiches for lunch and you're laughing at me?"

I was actually grateful, Luke must've known it was chowder day at school. I wiped the tears from my eyes, feeling myself cool down after that laughter outbreak. "No, not you, just how you were telling that bacon off."