Runaway {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter three

Luke's POV

Michael and I were sitting on some chairs on the porch. I hear Emily's car pull up and I looked away from Michael. She pulled up into the driveway, she had someone with her. Her hair was black and wavy, it looks familiar. I remember seeing it recently, wait is that the girl from the park? Oh shit.

"You starin' at Emily's friend?" Michael asks and I look at him.

"What? No I just didn't know who she was. But she seems familiar."

"Yeah," he laughs "that's Haley. Little miss run away."

I knew the hair looked familiar, because that girl in the car was the girl I met at the park. I wonder if she still hates me...

I watched as they got out of the car. Emily walked toward us, Haley followed but avoided looking at me as she walked. I'm taking a wild guess here and assuming that she still hates me.

"Hey guys I'm back home and I got Haley" Emily says and sits on Michael's lap.

"Hey Haley, so what was it like on the streets?" Michael says laughing.

"Oh you know it's great, it's better than being having to be here with you two assholes " she says and smiles.

She's feisty, damn.

"Michael Gordon Clifford be nice" Emily says and elbows him.

"Yes mom" Michael says and rolls his eyes.

"Uh I'm just gonna go inside, I'll be in the guest room" Haley says and walks inside.

I watch her walk away. So she hates me and Michael, great. I just tried helping her. Maybe if try talking to her again and show her that I'm nice she'll like me.

"Do you think you if I tried talking to her, she'd like me?" I ask looking at Emily and Michael.

"I mean you can try," Michael shrugs "I've tried but she still hates me."

I nod and get up.
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Haley's pov

I really don't want to be here, at least not while they're here. I hate Michael, yes I know hate isn't a nice word. It's just he's mean to me for no reason and he wonders why I don't like him. And for Luke, well I don't really know why I don't like him. I just don't like him.

There's a knock on the door and I hear a voice say "uh hey it's me Luke."

What does he want. I don't want to talk to him.

"Hey, are you awake? I just want to talk." He says trying to open the door.

"Why should I let you in?" I ask and laugh.

"Well I know you don't like me, honestly you hate me for a stupid reason. I tried helping you but after I interrupted you during your favourite song, you look at me like I ate the last slice of pizza."

He's got a point, I mean he was trying to be nice. He's cute too, no he's hot. I feel like I'm playing hard to get. Ugh I don't want to keep doing this.

"Fine, I guess I'll let you in" I groan, getting up and unlocking the door.

He opens the door and looks at me "um h-hey I didn't think you'd open the door."

"Hey, I didn't want to be mean anymore I guess. You had a point" I laugh.

"You're gorgeous" he blurts and turns red.

Oh my god did he just-he called me gorgeous. That was weird and uncalled for but cute.

"I-I mean this room looks gorgeous! Nice wall paint and a nice r-rug" he laughs nervously.

Aw he's nervous and trying to cover it up, do I ignore it or call him out on that? Oh my.

"Um yeah it's a great room I guess? But I think you're pretty handsome" I kinda mumble.

"What'd you say?" He asks and takes a step closer to me.

"Um I just said that you were handsome?" I said scared of how he'd react. I have very bad anxiety when telling a guy these kind of things. I always think that the guy is going to think something bad and laugh in my face.

He purses his lips and laughs.

Oh my, when he pursed his lips I saw a dimple. He has a dimple, that's not okay.

"You think I'm handsome?" He asks walking to the bed and sitting on it.

"W-well I mean I've always had a thing for blonde boys with blue eyes or Aussies" I say walking to the bed and sitting by him.

"Looks I fit those standards perfectly" he winks.

Is what I'm saying to him making any sense? I probably sound like a creep. Oh.

"Yes, I suppose you fit them just right" I say and laugh.

He lays down and puts his hands behind his head.

"So do you like Sleeping With Sirens?" He asks taking a hand away from behind his head and getting his phone out of his pocket.

"Yeah they're alright I guess" I shrug.

I was lying, I like them but I'm afraid that he'd judge me.

"You know the song Heroine?" He asks slightly smiling.

"Yes, I do" I smile.

"That's gonna be our song."
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AN: I DID THIS DURING SCHOOL AND I NEEDED TO UPDATE SO YEH SORRY IF ITS BAD AND MAKES NO SENSE