Vinyl //Muke

Paid off

Luke pov

"why would it matter to you if I was dead or not" I mumbled and got up from the table, putting the cash in my pocket.

I felt bad yes, but then again I don't feel like dying.

"Because believe it or not I actually care about you" Michael followed me out the coffee shop and down the street.

"why. you never did before so why now?" I asked walking past people that would bump into me from time to time. but somehow Michael kept up with me.

"I never cared about you? fucking hell Luke I cared a lot"

"sure as hell didn't seem like it. now if you dont mind I have a hole to get out of"and with that I zoomed out his view and headed towards the abandoned building further in town.

**

"this better be all of it Hemmings" Liam snapped and counted the money slowly. watching him intensely I made sure he wasn't fucking up so he had an excuse to kill me. "you got lucky, but don't show your face around here anymore" he snapped and shoved me out the door .

I walked down the street slowly just to be stopped by some random person.

"Luke?"

oh wait that's not a random person that's just Ashton.

"hey" i mumbled and looked at the ground. wow I haven't felt this shy in a while.

that's probably because Michael killed my buzz with all his damn questions that I really didn't care about. it was just a waist of time if you want my honest opinion.

"what are you doing over here?" he asked and I shrugged. "bullshit. come on"

Ashton took my wrist in his hand and threw me in his truck. I feel like I'm being kidnapped. I could file a police report for this. wait no someone else needs to do that for it to be kidnaping.

"where are you taking me"

"I'm taking you to my house so you can get yourself cleaned up. you look like hell Luke. why did you let this happen to you?" Ashton preached as he drove. I really wasn't in the mood for this right now but I don't think I have a choice.

"please tell me Michael isn't at your place.." I pleaded and looked at him.

"I don't think he is. he has a key though so who knows" he shrugged his shoulders and looked at me quickly before looking back at the road.

I hate him. Michael. yea I hate him. he made me feel something I never wanted to feel because I knew I fucking knew that nothing was gonna happen between us and it left me heartbroken. he doesn't care. he never cared about me. yea he might have helped me twice in my life but that doesn't mean shit.

well the whole money thing does. now that I'm not buzzed I actually feel bad for what i did. I'm almost positive he had plans with that money. like a apartment he was gonna rent so he could get himself out his parents house or for collage.

oh collage. that thought seemed so far ago when it was only months where I was studying all the time so I could make it into a nice collage. now I don't care. I'm a drug dealer what more could I ask for? I get paid well if you play the game right.

I'm just lucky I haven't dug my grave yet.

when we got back to Ashton's place, he lead me inside so I could clean up. leading me to the bathroom he handed me a towel and a washcloth so I could wash with.

once he left the bathroom, closing the door on the way out, I stripped from my clothes and made sure my stash was placed tightly in my pocket so it wouldn't fall out.

turning the water on I waited for it to warm up and in that process the bathroom door swung open and non other than himself, there stood Michael.

just my luck right?