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

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i hate my english teacher so much he makes me want to die

Watching as Luke sat my bag down on the floor beside the couch, I sat down. I let my head fall into my hands as my elbows kept me hoisted up by using my knees as the support system. I traced my index fingers over my eyebrows and dragged my hands down my cheeks letting out a loud sigh. I felt the space beside me on the couch sink in indicating that Luke was sitting there.

He was the one that spoke first, "I'm sorry." Was all he started off with. I stared at the ground and just shook my head, "It's not your fault, Luke. Don't apologize." I told him before throwing my back up against the headrest of the couch. I folded my arms across my chest and kept my gaze looking straight ahead.

"Is there anything I can do?" He asked. Again, I shook my head and somehow mustered up the courage to look him right in the eye. His eyes were accompanied by dark circles and his nose was laced with a slightly noticeable bruise starting to form. Looking at what Caleb did to him was almost too much for me to take. I felt awful.

"You're already doing enough by just letting me inside." I forced out a laugh. I watched him closely as the corners of his mouth pulled up into a smile. He looked down at his lap before scooting closer to me, "I'm always here for you, you know that." He assured me. Our eyes were locked on each other's as I tried to figure out what to say next. It wasn't like me to be totally speechless; I always had something witty up my sleeve, but not this time.

Luke Hemmings had me lost for words.

"And judging by the huge ass bag on the floor, I'm guessing you need a place to stay so bed's all yours." He playfully poked my shoulder making me giggle. I settled back into the couch some more by pivoting my body so I was laying perpendicular to his. I had my legs folded so my feet laid flat on the cushions and my knees pointed upward. I leaned my head to the side to be able to see Luke, "It's your house, I can't take your bed. I'm perfectly fine right here." I replied.

"I'm insisting."

"And I'm resisting."

"Freshman, you're sleeping in the bed. That's it." He said sternly. Suddenly, tiredness swept over me like a tidal wave, and I found myself too sleepy to argue with him any longer. I yawned and sat up, "Fine." I said in a loud huff before standing up.

Luke stood up too, and I was about to ask where he was going, but he reached down to grab my bag and turned to me, "Follow me."

I did as I was told and he took me to his bedroom. Surprisingly, it wasn't that messy. The bed wasn't made, but I was in no position to be picky right now. He tossed the bag to the side of the room and brought his finger up to point in a certain direction, "Bathroom's that way." He informed me.

I nodded and smiled, "Thanks for letting me stay here, Luke. I understand that it must be uncomfortable for you, so I apprecia-" I tried to say, but he cut in and interrupted me, "What makes you think I'm uncomfortable? I'm glad you're here, Rebecca."

I just smiled and couldn't help but to blush, "Well, thank you." I repeated myself. He grabbed the doorknob with his large hand and started to close the door as he left, "You're welcome."

x.x.x

I wasn't sure how long it was, but I felt like I was tossing and turning in Luke's bed for hours. It was as if my mind just wouldn't turn off. I was thinking about Caleb, I was thinking about my job situation, and lord knows I was thinking about Luke.

I shuffled around in the bed a few times before ending up on my side and closing my eyes. I wasn't sure if it were just my mind playing tricks on me, but I heard something. Trying to ignore it, I closed my eyes again, but the sound only became more prominent.

I rolled over onto my other side and almost dropped dead from cardiac arrest, "Oh my god, don't do that!" I shot up from my lying position on the bed and slammed my fists into the covers for emphasis. Even in the darkness, I could still see Luke's hands up in defense, "I'm sorry! I didn't think you were awake."

"Can't sleep?" I simmered down. I struggled to see him in the dark but the moonlight and city lights shining through his windows was enough to see his features. He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at me after waiting a few seconds, "Nope. You?"

"Nope. Why can't you sleep?"

"It's hot as balls out there because this is the only room with air conditioning." He replied making me giggle slightly. I kicked the covers off of me to sit on top of them as we spoke, "You can have your bed back if you want."

"No, stay. There's a floor that has my name written all over it." He joked while tumbling to the floor. I grabbed a few pillows and a blanket off the bed and handed it to them, "You sure?" I asked once more. I felt really bad how I had just invaded his home and took over his bed.

"Yep. Goodnight, freshman." He said while getting settled in his floor bed. I laid back down into the bed before saying goodnight back, but I was still unable to fall asleep. I picked myself up again, "Luke?" I said after a few minutes of silence.

"Yeah?"

"Can you come up here? I haven't slept alone in three years so this is sort of odd for me."

He quickly shot up from the floor with the pillows and blanket in hand, "I thought you'd never ask." He commented before climbing into bed with me. I moved over so he had some room, and he slipped into the now empty space. I watched him closely as he laid down on his side with his face towards me. I laid down beside him so I could look at him too, "Thanks."

"Stop thanking me so much."

"Sorry." I smiled sheepishly.

"So, are you going to tell me what happened between you and the fiancé?" He wondered while moving his head further into the pillow to get comfortable. I pressed my lips in a line and exhaled loudly, "He got me fired for what he did to you today."

"You got fired?!" He exclaimed in disbelief.

I nodded, "Yeah, and Caleb he had to say about it was 'Luke had it coming.'" I imitated his voice by lowering mine. I watched as Luke's expression turned to sadness, "So it's my fault."

"No, no! Luke, you're innocent in all of this!" I reached over and placed a hand in his arm that was exposed to the air. I felt his toned biceps underneath my fingertips, and it was really hard to hide my admiration.

"I'm not innocent at all. I'm the reason you're having problems." He reminded me.

I shook my head, and scooted closer to him. I knew that this wasn't fair to Caleb, but I couldn't help myself. I moved my hand that was placed on his arm up to his face and traced his jawline with my fingers. His blonde stubble was scruffy to my touch, and it was something I have come to miss dearly.

"The reason we're having problems is because I'm not sure if he's the man I'm supposed to marry."

JESUS JUST FUCK ALREADY GOD lol yep so there's that hope u all enjoyed and coMMENT IM THIRSTY