Reunited - lrh

three

Luke

I wake up from my long nap, looking over to see Ashton laying on his stomach, only in his boxers and socks. His hair is messily thrown in a man-bun, making me chuckle. I look around on the ground to find my phone, getting frustrated that I couldn't find it.

I sit down on my bed again, leaning my back against the wall, sighing. I look at the window to see that it's dark out, meaning I slept for hours. I hear a slight ding, which is my ringtone, going off over and over again. I furrow my eyebrows when I see my phone is connected to my charger, which is next to my bed. Ashton must've done it. I sigh a little, unlocking my phone, which brings me straight to my messages. I click on the ones that say, Mike, and start to read what he had typed.

Mike: dude

Mike: u up for a party

Mike: luke

Mike: are u sleeping

Mike: lazy ass

Mike: is ash sleeping too?

Mike: fuck why are you guys so lazy

Mike: wake the fuck up luke

Mike: i'm gonna come over there

Me: michael shut the fuck up. i'm up. what do you want

Mike: party

Me: not up for it.

Me: i can ask ash tho

Mike: not up for it? really?

I take a look at the clock. 10:35. We always go partying this late.

Me: idk i might go. where

Mike: the frat that tyler lives at

Mike: u know

Me: yeah i know.

Mike: wake ashton up see if he wants to go

Me: ok

"Fucking Michael." I hiss under my breath.

"What about fucking Michael?" Ashton asks. I look over at him, he's sitting up, and grinning.

This fucker thinks he's funny.

"He wants us to go partying. I'm not going, but you can." I say. He nods his head, his man-bun bobbing furiously as he does so. He stands up quickly, picking up a pair of black skinny jeans, and sniffing them. He shrugs his shoulders, pulling them up his long legs. He walks over to his drawer, looking through his shirts, probably. After a few seconds of looking, he gets frustrated and groans.

"Can I wear one of your shirts?" He asks. I nod in response, him already looking through my dresser before I had time to respond. He takes out a plain black muscle shirt, and slips it on effortlessly. He then goes back to his dresser, taking out a flannel and tying it around his waist. He slips some combat boots on before looking at me and smiling.

"Give it some thought before you decide to come, okay? I know how much it hurts you to think about her." He says. He smiles one last time before grabbing his phone and walking out of the dorm.

I unlock my phone again, looking at the Messages button at the left side of the screen, and seeing it has a little one next to it. Who else would be messaging me?

I click on the button, and there's a red dot next to her name. My hands start shaking almost instantly, and I click on her name.

Kins: i'm sorry

Sorry? For what?

Me: sorry for what?

I assumed she was sleeping, so I went to lock my phone but I got a reply.

Kins: leaving.

Me: leaving when?

Kins: today and awhile ago.

Me: it really hurt, you know

Kins: i know luke.

I know it would get awkward after talking about her leaving, so i change the subject.

Me: you should come to one of our gigs sometime.

Kins: sure, i guess that'd be cool.

Me: great. okay. i'll see you later, jay

Kins: bye robbie

That last message felt like someone took millions of pins and stabbed them in my heart. That's what she used to call me when we dated.

I click on the message thing, and start typing.

Me: i love you still

Then I delete it. Then I start to type again.

Me: take me back

Then I delete it, again. Then start typing.

Me: please kins i fucking love you

And this happens for about five minutes before I give up and throw my arms over my face. I hear a slight ding then I pick up my phone, and unlock it.

Kins: were you typing? lol

Shit. Fuck. Why was she still on the messages?

Me: um yeah i guess. i couldn't find out what i wanted to say

Kins: well when you figure out what you wanna tell me, message me :-)

Me: i'll try to remember :-)

I lock my phone, grinning to myself as I think about our conversation over and over.

But why?

I should hate her.

But I don't.

I love her still.

I sigh one last time before plugging my phone in again before laying on my side and closing my eyes.

Kinslee

I sit there, smiling while re-reading our conversation. I meant it, you know. I meant it when I said for him to message me if he finds out what he has to say.

Honestly when I saw him typing, I was re-reading our messages, smiling to myself until my face hurt.

There's just something about him still.

I love him.

I love him a lot.

And I don't think I can stop it.