Second Chance || Luke Hemmings

|| 12 ||

"Knock knock," I call out as I walk into the hemmings' home.

"In here!" Calum called from the living room. I shut the door and walked into their living room, where I found a shirtless Calum lounging on the sofa, watching tv.

"Where's Luke? He texted me to come here," I say, curious as to why he did that. He also told me to walk right in, so don't think I'm rude.

"He's in the kitchen. He informed me that you're not allowed to go in there," Calum looks up at me, having this amused look on his face.

"Oh god, what's he doing?" I laugh, kind of scared considering Luke is a very klutzy person.

"I'm not supposed to tell you, but you would've found out sooner or later. He's making dinner," Calum informs me as I walk over and plop onto the couch on the spot next to him.

"Luke? Making dinner? Is that safe?" I look over at him, and he just laughs, making the creases my his eyes prominent. If there's one thing I love about this guy, his smile is definitely one.

"As long as he doesn't catch the kitchen on fire, I'd call it a success," Calum shrugs, looking over to me.

We sat there in silence for a moment, just staring at each other, and it grew a bit uncomfortable for me, but I think he could tell because he changed the subject.

"So, where's Michael?" His eyes turn back towards the TV. Really Calum, keeping up with the Kardashians?

"He was on vacation for a week with his parents. They went to visit family in big bear. He comes back today," I say. Is that why Luke is making dinner?

"Is he coming over?" Calum asks, kind of excited.

"I think so? He told me that anyways," I shrug. You know, for a guy I've seen every day my entire life, I can't go a week without him. I actually miss Michael, dare I say it.

"Well I hope so, man I hate third wheeling," he jokes and I just shake my head, looking up at the tv.

"So, is this really what your life has come to? Keeping up with the Kardashians?" I look over at him, and an amused smile comes on his face. He knows just how much I hate them and this show.

"It makes me feel better about life and makes for some top notch entertainment," he laughs.

I shake my head, "too bad it also makes you lose brain cells," and he busts up laughing. He knows I'm right.

I sat there staring as Khloe was crying over a "near death experience." Oh give me a break.

"I don't understand" I groan, letting gravity take over and my head falls onto his arm.

"Ok, ok. I'll change it," he laughs, and so do I.

"Oh! How about honey boo boo," he flips over the program guide, finding this hilarious.

"I swear to god Calum," I laugh and look over at him.

"Ok fine," he laughs, continuing to flip through, but his face lights up when he finds a show, "oh I know! Uncle Grnadpa." He flips onto the show on Cartoon Network and I don't resist the urge to try and grab the remote.

I try and reach over him but his hand stretches too far for me to reach, making me just fall on him.

"Woah, what's going on in here?" I hear the familiar voice from behind me. I turn around and see Michael standing there, with newly died hair. Black hair. Damn. Looks good man.

"Michael!" I scream, getting up from Calum and running over to hug him. He gladly embraces me in a hug.

"I'm digging the hair," I nod, motioning towards his probably now dead hair.