Colours {punk l.h. au}

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sorry for the lack of updating i died for a brief amount of time and then reincarnated into a person that has less issues :D jk life is still v problematic

isNT THE PICTURE ATTACHED SO RELEVANT TO WHEN LUKE DOESNT CALL REBECCA FRESHMAN IMHABAHAHA

"For the last fucking time," I said through a clenched jaw. Luke looked down at me with his annoying amused face because he just loved to see me get frustrated. "A 'couple' of something means two. A 'few' means three or more. You can't say 'a few brownies' when there's only two!"

I watched as Luke tried to bite back his laughter after I got so heated trying to explain the difference.

"But why should I have to think about the quantity of the objects I'm talking about? It's dumb." He fought back.

"You're dumb."

"Am not!" His lips pulled into a smile before placing his hand on the side of my head and pulled me down to rest on his chest. I gladly cuddled into him as we laid together in my bed.

"Can't believe we have to go back to campus tomorrow." I mentioned after a few seconds of silence. I just assumed the argument was over, and that he finally realized why he was wrong.

I was drawing little circles with my index finger on his clothed stomach, listening to his heart's steady beat. His fingers were combing through my hair as we laid together.

"Me neither." He mumbled almost like he didn't want me to bring it up. I exhaled loudly through my nose before speaking again, "This just wasn't enough time." I whispered quietly. I didn't expect him to hear me, and I guess he didn't because he switched the subject.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." I granted. Not going to lie, I was a little nervous for what he was going to ask me.

"When we first got here, you said your family was 'broken.' Why did you say that?" He wondered. I chewed on the inside of my cheek trying to find the right words to explain. It's a fucked up situation that's really hard to open up about.

But I trust Luke.

"Well, you obviously know my mom is in her own world with her boyfriend," I started light. I wasn't facing Luke, but I could tell he was listening.

"And my dad, he took off when I was younger. Not sure to where, though. Changed his number and everything so I couldn't contact him. He's a shitbag." I told him without going into detail. That's basically the gist of what happened. Sure, it gets a lot more shittier than that, but I'll spare Luke his pity.

"That's awful; I'm so sorry." He wrapped his grasp around my elbow and pulled me up to look at him in the face. My body was still pivoted to the side so my left leg was bent and resting on his legs.

Definitely the best cuddling position ever.

"It's okay. This was ages ago. I'm over it." I reached up and pushed back a strand of hair that was sticking out from his perfectly sculpted quiff.

"I'm not close with my family either." He admitted. I could tell, so this wasn't news to me. He never went home to visit, and he never talks about his family.

Granted his family lives across the damn planet, but he could have gone home for Christmas, but instead he's here with me.

"Why?" I asked. I probably won't get the story because Luke hates being in touch with his emotions, but I can at least try. He sighed and looked away from me, "Parents kicked me out because I was too much to deal with. They shipped me to America to 'better my education' and because it's a 'great experience to study abroad.'" He used air quotes and a mocking voice.

I took one of his hands in mine to show support. I could tell that he was starting to really thinking about it. Something he hasn't done in a long time.

"And what do I do? First year of college: I meet a junior named Ashton. He introduces me to the drug life. I start dealing and instantly became one of the best in the business. Second year of college: I get caught one day for being stupid and careless. I somehow get myself out of jail time and get sent to boot camp for a year. Get out of that, and now I'm spending my last year of college right back where I started." He explained.

I gave him a sympathetic look and gripped my hand tighter onto his. I shouldn't feel bad, but I do. He did get himself into this bad situation, but I can't help but to have some empathy for him. That's most likely my feelings for him interfering with my better judgement.

"Only difference is, I got you involved in my mess this time." He added.

"I don't care." I shook my head at him. He rose an eyebrow at me, "What changed your mind? You were ready to kill me a few weeks ago over this." He questioned.

"I don't give up on the people I care about."

"I care about you too, freshman."

I smiled and looked down at our intertwined hands. My heart ached in my chest remembering how this is going to end. I just hope I can convince him to not leave me before we get back to campus tomorrow night.

"We're not broken, we're just works in progress. And you're changing me, freshman." He suddenly said after I zoned out for only God knows how long. I flickered my eyes up at him. I didn't know what to say so I just leaned forward.

He took my chin between his index finger and thumb and guided my lips to his own. We kissed for a good ten seconds before I pulled away and he rested his forehead on mine.

"Don't leave. We'll figure something out. Promise me you won't leave me when we get back to campus tomorrow." I breathed.

He was silent for a few seconds as he bit down in his bottom lip. Suddenly he pecked my lips chastely before whispering, "Promise."

WHO SAW THE VINE OF LUKE SINGING BURNIN UP BY THE JONAS BROTHERS WHEN HE WAS MEETING FANS IM SO FUCKIN DED ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY bye world