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

15

SCHOOL IS SO BAD I CANT BELIEVE I STILL HAVE TO DEAL WITH ANOTHER YEAR AFTER THIS (im in grade 11 and it sUCKS)

I was a guilt ridden mess after leaving the apartment. I'm assuming it isn't going to be my home anymore because I'm pretty sure the wedding between Caleb and me is called off. I felt awful; I felt like the worst person in the entire world. All I wanted to do was drive around alone, but I feel like I would end up doing something stupid in the end without someone to watch over me.

It was close to dusk before I finally parked somewhere and took out my phone. I opened up my contacts and scrolled down to a name that I hadn't spoken to in a while. Mainly because she's been busy with her new husband.

I called Olivia.

She was happy to hear from me. She told me all about her and Calum which was typical, and I shouldn't really expect anything different. I found myself smiling for the first time in a few hours over her gushing about Calum. I was happy for her. It was nice to hear her so happy.

It wasn't until she asked about Caleb when my smile instantly faded away.

"Yeah that's what I needed to talk to you about." I said quietly. I know I couldn't see her, but I felt her attention revert onto me, "What's up?" She wondered. I found it really hard not to start crying because all of this was my fault in the first place. I knew that calling off the wedding was the right thing to do, but why did it have to be so damn hard?

"I called off the wedding." I told her after pausing for a few seconds to get my thoughts together.

"You what?!"

"Olivia-"

"I don't understand, I thought you were happy with Caleb?!"

"I was, it's just-"

"Rebecca, where are you? I'll come meet you."

"No, you don't have to. I'm fine." I quickly protested. The last thing I needed was Olivia putting everything she was doing on hold for me. She was happy, and I couldn't ruin that by dragging her into my problems. I probably shouldn't have called her in the first place.

"Why did you call off the wedding?" She asked. I drew in a deep breath before responding, "I wasn't happy." I lied. I don't know why I decided to lie. Maybe I was ashamed. Maybe it was too early to tell Olivia that I still love Luke.

Maybe I'm in over my head here. I may have just made the stupidest decision of my life.

"Rebecca, I want you to be happy. I want you to follow your heart, okay? I also want you to call me tomorrow so we can meet up and talk. I miss you!" She said.

"I miss you too."

x.x.x

I stumbled in Luke's apartment door about an hour after I had the talk with Olivia. He left the door unlocked which meant he was still awake. I tried to click the door slowly so it didn't make a loud noise, but it didn't help my case. Luke was waiting for me anyways.

"I thought you weren't coming back; I got worried." He greeted me and stepped towards me. His arms were held open, and I walked into his embrace. He hugged me tightly and rubbed my back gently. "I promised you I would, didn't I?" I said muffled against his shoulder. He left a kiss on the crook of my neck before pulling back. I felt his right thumb caress my cheek, "Yeah." He whispered in response.

I brought my hand up to place it over his that was on my cheek. I pulled it away and looked up at him, "Am I a slut?" I asked a little loudly. I didn't mean for it to come out as strong as it did, but I couldn't help it.

Luke looked a little taken aback, but who wouldn't be? He stepped closer to me and used his free hand to take mine, "What? Of course you aren't!" He said back. I looked at the floor and lightly kicked my toe into the tiles, "I cheated on my fiancé and left him for another man." I pointed out. Saying it aloud was what caused me to fall apart again.

In between sobs, I was able to choke out the sentence, "I'm a fucking whore!"

Luke took my cheeks in both of his hands to force me to look up at him, "You are not a slut or a whore, you hear me? I don't ever want to hear you talking about yourself like that again." He spoke slowly in a gentle voice. He used his thumbs to wipe away the tears rolling down my face.

I didn't even want to think about my appearance right now. I probably looked like the biggest hot mess.

Luke bent down and kissed the skin underneath my eyes until I managed to get my crying under control. No matter how old I got, I still hated crying. But sometimes, I couldn't help it.

"Can I take a shower?" I asked once I regained my breath and could talk without heaving and gasping. "Of course. Are you going to be okay?" He asked. I nodded, "I'll be fine."

Following him, I entered his bathroom and watched as he showed me how to work the water and stuff. Once he turned on the water for me, he started to leave, but I grabbed his hand before he could even reach the door, "I don't want to be alone." I told him in a small voice.

He said nothing in response. All he did was step closer to me and take my shirt in his hands, pulling it up and over my head. He kissed my lips chastely before taking off my bra. He moved down to his knees to take off my pants and underwear leaving me naked. As he stood up, he left kisses up my torso, "So beautiful." He mumbled against my skin.

He met with my face and dipped down to leave soft butterfly kisses on my neck. He pulled back, "I'll meet you in there." He whispered motioning his head towards the shower. I nodded and stepped into the shower. Instantly feeling the hot water hit my body, I relaxed. I tilted my head back to let the water soak my hair, shutting my eyes in the process.

Seconds later, I was joined in the shower by a larger body. I let my eyes flutter open, and Luke pulled my body closer to his, "I don't like seeing you upset." He whispered. I rested my hands on either one of his shoulders and looked up at his baby blues, "You always make things better."

kind of a filler but rebecca is feelin guiltyyyyyy OH AND OLIVIA IS BACK BITCHES