Rejects // Luke Hemmings [au]

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A/N: okay, so here is the outline for the contest: take the time to think up what you think is going to happen in the story and DM it to me @Vancity5SOS on Twitter along with a name that you choose for your character! I will choose the answer that is close enough to the real story line and the winner will become a character. 

Song for chapter: She keeps me up - Nickelback

December 18th, 1956

7:48am

Violets POV

I awake to the sound of my bars being clanged. I'm surprised I didn't hear Ashton's boots down the hall, but then I remember I was drugged only a few hours ago.

"Ready for breakfast, princess?" Ashton smiles at me, and I jump up immediately. I feel the instant pain in my stomach, and hunch over slightly. My feet take a step back, to find my balance. "You okay?"

"I am now that you're here" I smile, walking towards him. He opens my cell and I hug him immediately.

"Are you sure everything is okay?" He asks, pulling me tighter. I peer over his shoulder to Luke's cell, where I see him still passed out. I'm so angry with him, even though I started it. I know it was my fault originally, but he took it too far. I'm lucky that Calum is as nice as he is.

"Positive. Can we have a fun day?" I ask, in hopes that he will remember the days we had when we were younger. I remember Ashton used to take me out around West Hill, and we had picnics outside together. Sometimes he would even let me wear a normal dress, instead of my oversized white tee shirt that I've grown so used to.

"You really want to?" He asks, wide eyed. I haven't asked for an excursion day since we were 12.

I smile and nod. He takes my hand in his and we run off down the hallway. I feel the familiar butterflies in my stomach that I remember from years ago.

-

Before long, Ashton brings me to the patients closet. When people arrive with luggage, this is where it is stored until whomever is belongs to is released, he pulls out a beautiful satin, baby blue dress from a rack. I stare at it in awe, just admiring how beautiful it is.

"I don't think I can wear that one" I sigh, placing my hand on it and feeling it's soft fabric. "It's too pretty"

"If anything, you're too pretty for it." He compliments, making me blush. He's too nice.

I stare at it for a few more seconds, before finally snatching it from him. He leaves the room, and I can feel a smile tug at my lips. I slip off my dirty tee shirt, and unzip the back of the dress. Sliding it up my body, the fabric exhilarates my skin. I close my eyes and simply smile to myself, zipping up the back.

I slowly make my way to look in the mirror, and I'm taken aback. I hold my stomach to catch my breath. It's been so long since I've seen myself in anything even slightly nice. This dress is absolutely beautiful.

I stare down at my feet, and watch as my toes move freely. I need to cover my feet for the full effect.

Spotting a pair of socks and slip on black shoes, I grab them and slide them on.

"Violet?" I hear Ashton call from outside the door. I open the lock and watch as he stares at me with wide eyes.

"You're beautiful" he tells me, taking my hand in his.

"Thank you" I smile, squeezing his hand. "Thank you so much for this"

"Anything for you" he finishes, pulling me out of the closet and guiding me towards the cafeteria. I'd almost forgotten that I haven't had breakfast yet.

Ashton leads me into the room full of patients, keeping a hand on the small of my back, as if to show the others that I am off limits. I spot Michael and Luke eating in our normal place, and thankfully neither of them have seen me yet. I don't know how Michael would react to seeing me look decent.

I grab my food from the ladies in the kitchen and ask them to pack it in the takeout boxes in the back. We have them solely for the purpose of giving the kitchen staff meals.

Ashton smiles as I grab my things, and he leads me towards the door.

Feeling a need, I turn to look at my friends one last time before I leave. I find myself make direct eye contact with Michael, and his eyes grow wider with every passing second.

He whisper something, probably not even directly speaking to Luke. He jaw drops open slowly as he stares at me walking away.

Almost on cue, Luke's head turns to me the second that Ashton places his hand back on my back. I send him a glare, just to let it rub in that I'm pissed. He swallows nervously and takes all of his pills quickly, as if they'll make him better instantly. I roll my eyes and chuckle, sarcastically.

Ashton and I exit the room together, and I couldn't be happier to be with my friend.

-

"Do you want some orange juice?" Ashton asks, shifting his weight slightly. We are now outside in the courtyard, sitting on a blanket like we used to. It's a picnic.

"That would be lovely" I say, laughing. He pours the juice into a small glass and passes it to me. I take a bite out of my peanut butter and jelly sandwich, while he watches me.

"Violet?" He says with a questioning tone. I swallow quickly and give him my full attention.

"Ashton?" I repeat his tone, and stick my tongue out at him.

"Have you t-taken your Prozac yet?" He hesitantly stutters. "I-I brought some for you"

"No, thanks for reminding me. You're a great friend" I reply, smiling. I take the pills out of his hand and down them with my orange juice. He's only trying to keep me healthy, and that makes me happy.

As usual, I feel slightly queazy after taking my medication. I need to talk to Ms. Woods, because I think what I'm taking is a little too strong. I could probably go for a lower dosage, or something.

I lay back and stare at the clouds, while Ashton lays beside me. It's warm today in California, as it usually is. I spot a cloud that looks like an ice cream cone, and Ashton laughs while pointing at it as well.

The day continues perfectly, Ashton making me laugh at every moment possible. It seems like the absolute best day ever, except for a nagging feeling in my stomach. I can't stop thinking about Luke, and his opinion on Ashton. How can he think someone so kind and amazing isn't worth my time? He's so delusional, I don't even know why I value his opinion. He's crazy.

But, then again, so am I.