Second Chance || Luke Hemmings

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An annoying buzzing sound starts to go off from beside me on my dresser, waking me from my well enjoyed sleep.

I pick it up without even bothering to check the caller ID first.. Oops.

"Hello?" I grumble into the phone, trying to have the will to open my eyes but it's not working.

"Hello? Alice?" I hear a voice call, but it isn't one I really recognized.

This time I decided to check the ID, who did I answer to? But I didn't recognize the number either.

"Who is this?" I ask, sitting up in my bed now, stretching my legs out a bit.

"Sorry, I should've started with that. It's luke! That guy you delivered the pizza to at the recording studio the other day," he said, and suddenly I was wide awake.

"Oh, good morning," I say my best without trying to sound too excited that he actually called.

"I hope I didn't wake you up," he says, and I could hear him chuckle a little through the phone.

"Nah, don't worry about it. What's up?" I ask. I pull my feet out from under the covers, now sitting on the edge of my bed.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to get some coffee with me and Cal," he says, and I could hear the hopefulness in his voice.

"I'd love to! Where at?" I ask him, not quite sure where we're going to meet.

"Do you know that Koffee Klatch over by the studio? It's like a block down the street," he says and I nod, but then realize he can't see me.

"Sounds good! Say around 10?" I say, and I can't even bare to hide the smile on my face.

"Sounds like a plan," he says, but before he hangs up I suddenly remember Michael.

"Oh, um. So I kinda had a friend sleep over last night, not knowing that you'd wanna hang out today, is it ok if they tag along?" I question, hoping he'll say yes.

"Corse!" He says cheerfully and now I'm even more excited. I can finally prove to Michael that they are real, because he didn't believe me.

I put my phone back down on the dresser and turn over, seeing Michael sprawled out on the other side of my bed.

"Wake up!" I shout, hitting him as hard as I can with my pillow.

"What?" He mumbles grumpily, not bothering to move. He was laying on his stomach on my white bedding, head resting on the pillow in a way that made his face squish up in an adorable and amusing way.

"We've got a date this morning," I turn my body completely around to face him, and I watch his eyes slowly open and look at me in confusion.

"It's with my 'imaginary friends'," I say, using his quote of what he called them.

"No seriously, where are we going?" This time he sits up out of bed, his artificially white hair all over the place.

"Nice bed head, Einstein," I chuckle, and he frowns, attempting to comb it with his fingers, " but I am being serious. They want to meet up for coffee. So get dressed!" I hit him again with a pillow before running off to my closet to find a change of clothes.

Yes, that was unnecessary, but it was fun. I don't really get to beat Michael with a pillow often.
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"So, you sure we aren't meeting up with serial killers?" Michael questions me again.

"Please, if roles were reversed and it was some hot foreign girl, you know you'd jump at this chance," I chuckle over at him, and he cracks a smile, knowing I'm right.