NOT EDITED
I woke up earlier than the boys. Michael's arm was wrapped lazily around my waist and his head rested softly a top of mine. If people didn't know that me and Michael are like siblings they'd probably think we're dating.
I look over at Luke. His face is pressed into the couch and his mouth is wide open, a small puddle of drool underneath. I giggle a bit, and unravel my body from Michael.
Mike's house is actually really nice. His room is sorta clean, as clean as a teenage boy can get it. He has a black bedspread and pillows to match. In the corner of his bed he has a small pizza blanket.
only Michael, I think to myself as I sit down on his bed.
"What are you doing?" Luke questions, his voice rough with sleep.
"You guys weren't awake so I came in here." Luke gives me a strange look before sitting down beside me.
"Are you okay?" I nod, "No like, 100 percent okay."
"No ones ever 100 percent okay Luke." He frowns.
"I heard you talking to Mike last night. What you said about Ash." Wasn't he asleep though? "You really shouldn't have to worry this much,"
I shrug avoiding eye contact. I thought Luke had left until I felt the bed sink downside me and his arm drape around my shoulder.
"Please, stop worrying about him so much." He pleaded, "It would make me feel so much better."
I look over at Luke, him already looking at me. I could see the worry imprinted in his ocean blue eyes.
"Okay."
He let out a loud sigh smiling at me. "Thank you Delilah, that makes me feel a lot better about this all."
I nod playing with my fingers.
"You know Delilah, I remember when Ashton first told me about you. We were at lunch and he just started talking about you. His eyes lit up with a happiness id never seen before."
I furrow my eyebrows taking my bottom lip In-between my teeth.
"I don't know if that helps you feel any better," He stated slowly standing up heading towards the door,"But I thought it tell you anyways."
I waited for him to leave before I finally looked up. The awfull taste of iron filled my mouth. I let my lip go feeling the blood slowly drip down my chin onto my hands.
why do I allow him to do this to me?
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poor Delilah my friend is listening to P!ATD (I think that's how that goes) rn really loudly threw her headphones and she won't stop flopping around. send help. please.
