fixed // luke hemmings

twenty seven

It's been two hours since I came home and rushed straight up here to my bed, with tissues and food. Typically, when girls find their boyfriend with his arm around someone else, they would say something, put it behind them. But not me. Ever since Luke, I don't feel the need to talk back or stand up for myself as much. Feeling sorry for myself became a regular thing.

Ruby tried calling me once and when I didn't answer, she sent me a text, knowing to keep her distance. I have multiple voice mails from Finn but I'll just delete them when I can be bothered. He even knocked on my door! Since everyone is out, I had no problem ignoring him yelling for me through the letterbox.

I just sit on my bed, like I have been for two hours, and eat as much pizza and chips as I can before I decide it's enough. Tissues are spilling onto the floor around me, but like Finn's messages, I'll clear them later.

I realise this may have ruined the weekend ahead, but that's Finn's problem, not mine. He can explain to everyone why I'm not showing up tonight.

After stuffing the final pizza crust into my mouth, I manage to get up and take the empty box down stairs, passing the front door and noticing an unfamiliar letter. At first, it looks like a simple bill for my mum, but as I get closer, I realise it's addressed to me.

No one ever writes me letters.

I approach the front door and hold the letter in my hands, my stomach flipping over when I recognise the handwriting. It can't be though. Why would he write to me? Why would he want me in his life?

Realising this is the first I've heard of him in 2 years, my palms begin to sweat and heat rushes to my head. I suddenly forget about what just happened with Finn and my mind races to find answers as to why Luke is writing to me. No, I must be overreacting. It couldn't be Luke. It could possibly be a prank. It has to be a prank.

Somehow, I find myself tearing open the letter, not even sure that I want to. My breathing steadies for a few seconds as I unfold it and hold out the written A4 page in front of me. I don't seem to find myself reading it, just staring at the words on the paper, trying to take it all in. But as I'm doing this, I notice that the handwriting looking up at me is not Luke's. It's unrecognisable to me. Why is it different to the writing on the envelope?

I move myself into the kitchen and rest myself on a chair, the letter outstretched before me on the table.

"Why are you such a wimp?" I ask myself, "It's just a stupid letter. Read it!"

After leaning my head back and sighing loudly, I quickly pick up the letter and begin to read it. As I start, my eyes almost travel over to the bottom of the page, where the person has written their name, but I force them not to. I need to read this.

Alex

You might think this is a bit strange, me writing to you after all these years, without any warning. But I need to say a lot. I can start, but in order for me to finish, we will need to meet somewhere, but please hear this first. After that day, the last day I saw you, I knew something big was coming; good and bad. We're slowly making our way up the ladder towards fame and as we are, not a day goes past where Luke doesn't think of you. I remember once, he wouldn't talk to anyone for days because he felt like he ruined everything. Luke is my best friend and if you had been here and seen how much this had affected him, you should agree with me when I say that he needs to see you. He just needs to know that you haven't forgotten him. Because he definitely hasn't forgotten you. I'm sorry if this brings up the past, but I would really like to overlook the things that happened between us. It would be easier that way. Anyway, my point is that Luke needs to see you and I'm sure you need to see him too. I haven't yet told him about this, but we'll both be at Range Park on Sunday and it would be great if you showed up. I know you might not be up to seeing him, or me even, but it's been too long and I don't want you or Luke to go any longer feeling like crap because of the past. 3pm on Sunday; please be there . We'll wait as long as we can.

Michael

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okay so that just happened...

ALSO HEY i have a good idea for another story so if anyone really likes this one, then i might decide to publish it when this one is done.

thank you for reading, ilysm,.