Muke One Shots

Little Things

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Luke was fucking pissed. No he was beyond pissed, whatever level of anger was beyond pissed, that's how Luke felt. It was as if everything on his 'worst day ever' list had been ticked off all at once and he just wanted to punch something or scream.

Let's start with the current issue, why don't we? Well it was fucking Niagara falls outside to start off with. Luke didn't think it was possible for it to rain so hard, but there it was, cascading down onto the pavement, puddles flooding the street and everyone running for shelter.

Next problem on Luke's list, well only his phone was out of battery, meaning he couldn't call anyone to pick him up, meaning he was stuck walking home in the rain when he could be in a nice warm car or even at home, meaning he was drenched from head to toe, meaning he was going to get sick, meaning this bad day was going to turn into a bad week. Luke was pissed and ranting out loud at this point, as well, though the rain was too loud, pounding into his ears for anyone to hear him yell.

Luke honestly just wanted to be at home more than anything and maybe punch some walls until either his hand broke or the wall itself, he couldn't even afford a fucking bus fare to get home, his literal only option was to walk. And you could say, wait for the rain to pass Luke you idiot, well Luke had fucking tried that, it hadn't work. Asshole.

He didn't think he could get more angry than he was, his whole day had been a trainwreck. If you were wondering why Luke hadn't just waited for his parents or brothers or great aunt he'd never met to arrive and pick him up, well that was because he wasn't expected home until late. Why was that, you may ask? Well Luke was going to go on a nice date with his 'nice' girlfriend. Well that wasn't fucking happening anymore, was it.

So now Luke was stuck in the rain with a good hour walk to do, his clothes stuck to his body and freezing his skin and hair plastered to his face and Luke could feel the pneumonia seeping into his body. If he even made it home without freezing to death or punching an innocent person, he'd congratulate himself, as both of those things were seeming more and more likely to happen as he continued to walk along the rows of streets with exactly the same houses.

That was another thing, Luke had never walked home before, only because it took over an hour on a good day and that was way too far for his parents to allow him to walk. This meant that Luke actually had no idea where he was, and every street looked the same and none had clear signs and if he couldn't find somewhere he recognised soon he was going to pull his hair out of his head.

The rain clattered his ear drums, and he had no phone to drown out the world with earphones and loud music and honestly he just wanted to drown in a puddle, it would lighten his day up, he'd finally get something he wanted, just to disappear for a bit, maybe reappear when it was sunny and things were going his way.

A loud car horn broke Luke away from the never ending screaming that was flowing through his brain, and honestly this was the moment Luke deciding he was about to die. He was going to turn around to see a white van with a few creepy men in it and he was going to be kidnapped and eventually thrown to rot in a bush somewhere. That would make his already horrible day less than ideal, so Luke decided not to turn around, but just keep walking instead, constantly getting battered by wind and rain.

"Luke, Luke," a voice yelled, and that voice was worse than any creepy men. It was the last thing Luke wanted to hear and he just wanted to run away, but his legs were already sore from walking and his whole body was stiff from cold, so instead he kept walking, ignoring the boy that had yelled his name effectively.