White Noise {punk l.h. au} Sequel to "Colours {punk l.h. au}"

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Holding a box of cookies in hand that I made an hour prior to leaving the house, I circled New York City at least three times. Why? I was trying to find Luke's apartment building. How did I have his address? A few weeks ago, if you don't recall, I stole his file from the hospital.

So here we are.

Finally finding the building, I walked up a few flights of stairs because there wasn't an elevator. I tried to stay open minded, but as you could probably tell, I was spoiled from where my apartment was. You know, living off a doctor's salary and all.

I walked slowly through the hallway trying to look for unit 306. I couldn't help but to notice the carpet was torn up on the sides meeting the wall, and there was a weird smell that I couldn't really figure out where it was coming from or what it was.

Again, I'm trying to stay open minded.

Finally finding unit 306, I knocked on the door and waited for a response. I couldn't help but to allow my mind to float back to when Luke and I were in college, and I would be knocking on his dorm door. Only this time, my visits would end very differently.

The door opened after a few seconds of standing there waiting, and it revealed a tall, shirtless stature. And yes, there was a six pack involved. That definitely wasn't there before. I guess you get ripped in the military.

I tore my eyes away from his heavily toned torso upon realizing I had been staring. I looked up at Luke's eyes and noticed his sleepy expression, "Did I wake you up?" I asked instantly feeling bad. I mean, it was 1 in the afternoon in my defense.

He smiled and shook his head, "No, don't worry about it. I'm glad you're here." He greeted me in a husky, morning voice while stepping off to the side to grant me entrance.

His apartment was a mess, but I really didn't expect it to look like an immaculate either. I tried to make it less obvious that I was scoping out the place once he shut the door and turned to me, "What are you doing here, by the way?" He asked. I refocused myself on him, which wasn't that hard because he looked really hot, and replied while holding out the box of cookies, "I felt bad about lunch the other day, so I made you these."

He stepped closer to me until I could feel the heat radiating off of his bare chest, "You're so cute." He commented as he placed his hands over mine to take the box out of my hands, and it felt like he was touching me for ten years. A shiver was sent straight down my spine as soon as we made skin to skin contact. Trying to ignore the feeling he gave me, I reminded myself of how I indeed had a fiancé to stay faithful to.

I watched him as he opened up the box to look inside. A smirk spread across his lips as he flickered his baby blues back up to meet mine, "Thanks, freshman. You know I love your cookies." He spoke while taking one in his hand and putting it in his mouth.

Now this was the Luke Hemmings I remember.

I caught myself staring at his lips again before snapping my attention back to the floor, "Um, yeah so I just wanted to drop those off, and tell you I'm sorry. I... I should be going now." I pointing towards the door. Luke quickly sat down the box along with the half eaten cookie to stop me, "Hey, hold on. Why don't you stay? This is the first time we're actually alone and able to talk."

I turned to face him again, "I shouldn't be here, it's not fair to Caleb."

"How so?"

"Well, for starters: you don't have a shirt on." I pointed my index finger at his perfectly sculpted abdomen. He looked down at himself in reminder that his chest was indeed naked. He chuckled and stepped closer to me, "If I go put a shirt on, will you stay?"

I sighed and managed to convince myself to, which didn't take much. I just feel like a horrible fiancé for going to my ex boyfriend's apartment to give him cookies without my parter knowing. But said ex boyfriend is my friend, so I have the right to...right?

"Fine, go." I gave in.

Luke ran off down the hall towards his bedroom I'm assuming, and I entered his family room to sit down on the couch. There were a lot of questions that I needed answered, and I'm in the 'give them hell' attitude so I intend to get my answers one way or the other.

A few seconds later, I was startled from the ten foot body being flung over the headrest to sit beside me on the couch. Luke laughed at my reaction as I rolled my eyes, "You haven't changed at all." I commented while scooting around to look at him face to face. He was in a white t shirt now, covering what I was admiring just moments before.

"I've changed a little." He said.

"You seem the same to me. Confident dickhead who loves blowjobs and pissing people off." I teased.

"The blowjob thing is true," he started off. That earned him a laugh from me, but I stopped when he continued to talk, "'Confident'...not so much." He finished. My smile fell as the whole mood of the conversation went south. It made me upset to see him have internal problems. I never thought Luke would be someone to have issues with depression and whatnot.

"Luke, I stand by what I said at the wedding. If you need me, you can always call." I reminded him. He moved his head so he could look at the wall perpendicular to where I was sitting. I didn't take my eyes off of him, studying the way he acted. He remained silent so I decided to wait it out, hoping he was would eventually say something else.

"I know I broke my promise of coming to find you when I got out, but truth is... I saw you and your future doctor husband around, and I didn't want to ruin your life again." He spoke finally after an agonizing twenty seconds of pure, deafening silence.

I scooted closer to him in confusion, "Why?"

"Because I still love you, Rebecca. I never stopped loving you. And that's why I didn't come find you. I knew all too well me showing up in your life again would cause problems. And look, I've caused problems between you and Dr. Dreamy."

This time, I remained silent. I thought I would have had a response to everything he could have said, but damn was I wrong. I wasn't expecting any of that to come out of his mouth.

"Luke, you're not playing fair." I said in a weak voice. I started reaching for my purse to get ready to leave. I felt that getting out of there would be the best option. Why? Because I'm pretty sure I would end up doing something that could hurt the person I couldn't stand hurting the most: Caleb.

"No, please don't leave." He took notice in me grabbing my purse. I let out a loud sigh, "Luke, what we had was seven years ago-"

"Are you really going to sit there and tell me that what we had is truly gone?" He asked me. I looked up at him with my purse in hand. I blinked a few times, and stood up. If I looked at him any longer, God only knows what I'd be doing next.

"I'm sorry, Luke. I can't do this. I think it's best that we stay away from each other." I said before leaving his apartment.

double update bc i have school -_-