Reunited - lrh

two

Kinslee

"I'm gonna go back to my dorm." I say to Zach.

He pouts, looking at me, "why?"

"I'm just tired." I lie.

"Well okay." He nods, "text me later."

I nod, walking out of the room.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Luke is here?

What if he tries talking to me? What if we see each other? What if

My thoughts are cut of by me running into someone. Again.

I look up, my eyes meeting those piercing blue ones I fell in love with years ago.

"Kinslee?" His Australian accent fills up my ears.

I can't speak. I just stare at him.

"I thought I'd never see you again! How've you been?" He grins, opening his arms and pulling me into a warm embrace.

He pulls away and I still can't speak.

"Kins?" He asks quietly, then my lip starts to quiver. Shit. I'm about to fucking cry.

I turn around and start running, him calling my name loudly.

Luke

I walk out of Cal and Mike's dorm, and start walking to Ashton and I's.

I go to take out my phone when I run into a small figure.

I look down and it's her.

"Kinslee?"

She just stares up at me.

I just cant help myself, so I pull her into a hug, "I thought I'd never see you again! How've you been?"

I pull away from her, getting a good look at her outfit.

"Kins?" I ask.

Fuck. Why would I call her that?

Her bottom lip starts to quiver. Shit. She's about to fucking cry.

She turns around and starts to run away.

"Kinslee! Don't go!" I yell at her but she's already around the corner.

I quickly make my way into my room, slamming the door before throwing myself on my bed, sobbing uncontrollably.

I hear Ashton's bed creak, which means he just jumped up, "Luke, mate, are you alright?"

"She left me, Ashton. I loved her more than anything and she left me." I sob into my pillow.

"Oh, this again?" Ashton mumbles softly, rubbing my back, "what made you remember her this time?"

"She's here, Ash. She goes here." I say.

"Oh. Try to get her back then." Ash says casually.

I look up, "what? No! I can't!"

"Why not?" He asks.

"She left me, why would she want to get back together?" I ask.

"Maybe she does. You never know. Get her number and ask her to hang out." Ashton says to me.

"Well, I did see her walk out of Zach Hartman's room." I bite my lip.

"Zach Hartman?" Ashton scoffs.

I nod, standing up and wiping my face.

"Whatever." Ashton says, changing the subject, "I want to meet her."

I ignore him and walk out of the dorm, to Zach's room. I bang hard on the door until he opens it.

"Your names Luke, right?" He says immediately, "you're in that band?"

I nod impatiently, "listen, I need Kinslee's number."

He raises his eyebrow, "why?"

I roll my eyes, "I just need it, okay?"

"Okay whatever. Give me your phone." He says.

I hand him my phone and he goes to the contacts, and types in a number, saving it as 'Kins.'

"You know it by heart?" I swallow.

He nods.

"Well, uh.. thanks." I nod my head to him. He nods once more before closing the door.

I make my way back to my dorm, finding it empty. Huh. Wonder where Ashton went.

I sit down on my bed, hesitantly texting the number.

Me: kinslee

I sit there for awhile, staring at the conversation. After a few minutes I juat decide she wont answer so I go to lock my phone but a message pops up.

Kins: whos this

I breathe in, my shaky thumbs starting to type my response, then out.

Me: it's luke.

It gets read immediately, but she doesn't start typing.

I bite my lip nervously, shaking my knee up and down over and over. I sigh, getting frustrated. I should've known she wasn't going to answer.

I pick up my phone and angrily throw it against the wall. It doesn't break completely, it just shatters a bit.

I lay back on my bed, shoving my pillow over my face.

Sleep.

I need sleep.

Kinslee

After I ran back into my dorm, a cried for a good five minutes.

I loved him a lot, I don't know how I could leave.

I sigh loudly before I hear my phone ding.

Unknown number: kinslee

I furrow my eyebrows, typing back to the person.

Me: whos this

I get a reply about thirty seconds after.

Unknown number: its luke.

I quickly save the number as Luke, trying to figure out what exactly to say. I bite my lip, knitting my eyebrows together. My thumbs do that little dance around the keyboard as I stare at the screen, hoping something will pop into my mind soon.

Me: i'm sorry