Demons~ Muke

Hurricane

And I found myself reminded
To keep you far away from me~

However much the kiss made me weak at the knees I knew from the very moment our lips touched it was a bad idea. I was poison, a contagious disease that would slowly paralyse then kill him. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt someone, especially someone as harmless as Luke. I couldn't bring myself to damage him. I had to stop myself no matter how much I wanted this. I mean, we were hardly emotionally attached after one day that wasn't even over yet and one fairly heated kiss. We had remained in silence since the tongue exchange. The lack of noise around us became more eerie the more I over thought things in my messed up head. I couldn't speak, my words stuck to my throat like super glue and they refused to leave my lips. I wasn't even sure what I wanted to say anymore. I stuttered slightly trying to splutter out a few meaningless words. The perfect smile that the blonde possessed was threatened by my mental discomfort, he could tell something wasn't right.
"Um...are you- uh you know, okay?" He said sounding entirely unsure of his own words. I looked at him with panic evident in my eyes.
"No." I stated numbly before getting up and running. I ignored Luke's calls of distress as he tried to figure out what spooked me enough to run away. I barely knew myself so his attempts would be hopeless.  When I got out of his door I didn't know where I would end up (probably at Calum's let's be real) but I just carried on. Weaving my way through the cold and empty streets of Sydney.  The sun usually appeared so inviting and wonderful but now it just look full of rage and despair. Just like me. I was angry at myself, how could I be so stupid to mess things up with one of the only people who begun to show any remote interest in me. A few delicate tears trembled down my blinding white skin as I carried on running and going wherever my legs would take me.

The longer I ran the more calm I got. Exercise was never my thing but running calmed me down. I adored the deafening silence and the quiet calmness that came with the streets of my home town. The humid air brushing against my face and strands of my coloured hair moving gently along with the breeze.
As I finally got to the more familiar end of town my breaths became a heavy weight on my shoulders. My cheeks were now a crimson colour and a mixture of sweat and fresh hair dye was rolling down my face. I was un-fit to say the least but I never minded. I decided that Calum's house was the best option so I carried on running till I was faced with a drive way that I recognised immediately. I had spent a large chunk of my youth there. I walked up to the worn out door and retrieved a battered silver key from underneath a small plant pot. After a few years Calum had decided that getting me a key was the easiest option. It made me smile slightly because I felt like I belonged somewhere, I always had somewhere to go. I was treated like family when I was in my best friend's care. I twisted the key in the stubborn lock and after a couple of forceful yanks on the door handle, I was inside. I could smell Joy's comforting food, the scent relaxed me instantly. I could hear the faint sound of crowds cheering which I assumed was from his dad's football as always.
"Calum?" I shouted into the empty hallway. Joy appeared from the kitchen immediately, trapping me in a tight embrace.
"Hello Mikey, Calum is out at the moment but he'll be back soon just go on up to his room." Joy said smiling sweetly at the me- the boy whom she considered to be her second son. Ever since the death of my mother she had always been by my side looking after me and making me feel more loved than my dad ever would.
"Thank you Joy." I said shooting her a smile as I sprung up the stairs to Calum's room. The unforgettable taste of Luke's lips lingered on mine. It was a painful and constant reminder of the massive dick move I made. I sighed as I sat down on Calum's mattress. Calum's room was basically my room too (his words not mine) it consisted of a swanky PS4, copious amounts of posters and a few instruments. Calum could play the bass, guitar and sing so we would often jam together. Even though Calum was my best (and only) friend he still didn't know that I slept on the streets a lot of the time. He knew about the drugs but he always thought that I crashed at my dad's place whenever I wasn't at his. If I told him then I'd only get babied by him and hated being too dependant on someone. Just as my thoughts became somewhat silent I heard the click of a door and Calum emerge from behind it. He smiled as he saw me in front of him.
"G'day mate." He said with an overly emphasised Australian accent. I laughed at his stupidity and greeted him in return.
"I need help with a certain situation." I said, Cal's face lit up with intrigue and I felt the bed dip as he took a seat next to me.
"Lay it on me bro." He said with a familiar, warm smile that would never fail to comfort me.
"I'm a dick." I stated bluntly, preparing to spill my sorrows and tell him my brief story of Luke Hemmings.