Reunited - lrh

one

Kinslee

"You're.. breaking up with me? After all we've been through?" His voice cracks slightly.

"I can't stay here, anymore, Luke. I have to leave." I sob, my makeup running down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Luke." I cover my mouth with my hand.

"No, you can't. Not after almost two years, Kins. No.." he starts to cry.

"I have to go," I choke out, running out of the room quickly.

I wake up from my dream, rubbing my eyes.

"You missed class this morning," Amelia says to me.

"Well, fuck, why didn't you wake me up?" I ask.

She only shrugs.

I groan, putting a pillow over my face. I stand up after a few minutes of trying to remember what day it is and what class I had missed.

"I'm going to lunch with Danny, you want me to bring you anything?" She asks.

"No, I'm okay." I say.

"Oh, also, there's these new guys that just moved here. Totally smokin'. They have a band too. They usually play their music at parties and clubs and stuff. They're pretty good, you should check them out. Alright, babycakes. See you later." She says.

New band, huh? Sounds sweet.

I stand up and walk over to my dresser. I pull out black skinny jeans, a red flannel, a green day muscle shirt and combat boots. I put on my outfit and tie the flannel around my waist. I walk outside my dorm, pulling out my phone from my back pocket.

Me: are you awake

About three minutes later I get a reply.

Zach: yeah come to my dorm lets partay

Me: its like one

Zach: more like three but ok.

Zach: why weren't u at class this morning

Me: overslept

Zach: sounds like you

Me: yeah ik stfu

Zach: u almost here

Me: i just left my

My text message got cut off by me bumping into someone.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry!" The person says.

I groan, grabbing my boob that just got elbowed tightly.

"Fuck." I groan again. I look up, and there's a slightly tan-ish guy, who has fluffy black hair, a Kurt Cobain shirt on with a whole bunch of rips in it, and black skinny jeans.

"I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry," he apologizes.

"Are you Asian?" I ask.

Wow good job Kinslee. Random.

"No, I'm Kiwi. Asian people don't have Aussie accents," he furrows his eyebrows, and that's when I notice the accent.

I nod, "how silly of me."

"I'm Calum. And you?" He asks.

"Kinslee." I smile at him.

"Cal, come on, mate. We've gotta go."

I look up to see a red-haired dude about the same height as Calum.

"Oh hello. I'm Michael." He grins.

"I'm Kinslee."

"How do you two know each other?" He asks.

"He elbowed me in the boob." I shrug.

"Calum!" Michael hits him in the chest, which makes me start to laugh.

"It was an accident!" He says, "I'm still so sorry."

"Don't be sorry, be careful."

And I leave after I say that.

-

"Why did it take you so long?" Zach asks once I walk into his dorm.

"Ran into someone." I shrug, sitting down
"Who?" Kasey, Zach's roommate asks.

"His name was Calum." I say.

"Calum Hood?" Zach asks.

"I don't know his last name, he didn't tell me." I shrug again.

"Hm." Kasey huffs, leaning against the wall, fixing his snapback.

"He's new." Zach says.

"Is he?" I ask, looking at him.

"Yeah. He's in a band with three other guys. Their names are Ashton Irwin, Michael Clifford and Luke Hemmings." He tells me.

"Luke Hemmings?" My breath hitches.

"Yeah, thats him." He nods.

Holy fucking shit.