deep end ◈ swimmer!luke

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you'll be seeing more of luke's *grabs mega phone* boNERRR

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White, tough teeth clench pale, fleshy lip, chilled morning air nips uncovered skin, pace steady but hands fidgeting and finding little comfort in jean pockets that sunk not nearly deep enough to provide relief; the boy, nonetheless, liked it this way.

He wanted to freeze to the point of burnt. He wanted to feel the arrays of blues and indigos and bone chilling violets under a sky that was a dazed canvas of nothingness and somethingness.

When it was dark and cold, too late to say it's night while too early for dawn, 4:15 was the inbetween and Luke Hemmings had fallen for the state of inconstancy in a shakespearean contrivance.

Eyes glued to dirt dusted sneakers, ear buds whispered the familiar organ tones of 'antichrist', spindling it's percussion with Healy's smokey, smooth tone like an intricate web that, no matter how hard or long you looked at it, seemed like it was beyond a mindless, god given masterpiece.

He never bothered to look up. He knew where he was, just by the feel of cracked concrete beneath the worn soles of his vans and off centered light emittance coming from the slightly crooked lamp hanging overhead.

Knees aching and knuckles gone rosy, a sigh of relief drifts out from slightly parted mouth at the sight of the familiar corner shop, his small apartment perched just a floor above. Fumbled keys and mumbled swears, tired eyes and numb fingers finally grip the right key, the beautiful sound of the rusted lock coming unlatched after a few twists of the wrist elating the blond boy's mood as a step inside the toasty stairwell reveals nothing but expected familiarity. Echoed steps and wandering eyes, the feeling returning to his body brings on a slightly flushed glow, life seemingly brought back contrary to the corposal aura that radiated off his lean frame moments before.

Floor plan simple and furniture sparse, the tiny home was fitted just right for him.

Years of endorsements and prize money, besmirched or not, left him with a hefty load in his savings account, yet excess wasn't the answer to his happiness. By no means, however, had he sought out the cramped space. It was just the only place on the market that he didn't completely loathe; so here he was, three weeks after he turned 18 in a shitty rental on the shitty side of town, but in comparison to living with Eric, it was fûcking lovely.

On cue, the ding of the cheap coffee maker's automated timer was followed by the calming sound of bitter liquid being brewed. Like heaven to the senses, the fragrance spilled out throughout the single roomed studio, the simple auditory notes also bringing pleasure harmoniously.

Kicking off his shoes and plopping down on his bed, an old futon that he got at a porn star's estate sale for 10 bucks, the thought of the first day of his senior year starting in a matter of hours hung so low in his mind that it found it's way to heart. If it was up to him, he would've dropped out last year, but the dissapointment his parents would've felt, had they still been alive, at the thought of their youngest son not recieving his high school diploma was enough to get Luke to enroll his ass in classes.

Telling himself he would only rest for five minutes, eyes fluttered shut and stayed that way for just that long- and then additional 3 hours (a/n i've done this so many times i s2g) before he was shaken awake by the asshat he called his friend, Michael.

Wiping away the drool that had oh-so-attractively begun to drip onto the couch's faux leather upholstery, far less then oriented, he instinctively shot up, knocking heads (a/n lol if u got a dirty mind like me *wink wink*) with his friend's blue hair covered one. "Jesus, you literal tit-"

"Wha-", the ache of pain cutting him short, with a groan he leaned back into his seat, gripping the sore spot and glaring at the impossibly pale boy before him.

"Wow, your breath is as shitty as I feel.", the smirk on his face knocked, or rather slapped off, as Luke's hand left a smarted mark on his bicep; the unamused look in sea green eyes barely lasted a second before the sight of 'a pitched tent' under sheets coaxed out a laugh from briefly frowning lips.

"Fûck off, Mikey."

"I bet your little friend right there would like me to do just that."

"What are you- god damn it.", pinching the bridge of his nose, the lanky blond uncomfortably sat up, rearranging himself awkwardly to the amusement of Michael, who had by now grabbed the container of orange juice from the nearby fridge, drinking the liquid straight from the carton. "Really? That's disgusting man."

"Aw he's waving!", his usual teasing starting at no less then full force, full lips just smirked at his friend's frustration, turning on his heals to leave. "Right, I'll be out in car. Try not to think about me too much, I know the effect I tend to have on people-"

"And what's that? Making them vomit at the sight of your cock?", wiping the smug look off his face, Luke just rolled his eyes and laughed as his friend immediately tensed up, sighing in defeat. "That was one fûcking time, jesus-"

"That's exactly who you need man and you won't find him here, so for the love of God please retell this thrilling tale of the virgin who got physically sick at the sight of your dick to someone here who cares. Oh right, nobody does, get out."

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a/n

i actually updated on time ayyeeee *holds up hand for high five*

ilyyyy all

this chap is dedicated to wanderessluke , raybanned , sighcalum , and nerdyirwin bc i missed my bbies so much and i just got back to talking to them again *hugs each of u*

also yall should check out 0utdated bc she's hilarious and woke af

oH AND IM NOW A PAPI FLAKO STAN JOIN MY CLAN FAM

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-ali