Fall For You ~Muke Clemmings~

Chapter 30

I just realized I haven't updated this in over two months. I am going to keep a schedule now. I have been dealing with other stuff and have forgotten recently to update.

Dedication to outerspace_ewok_muke because I love her username and she commented on the last chapter so you know.

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We had a small vacation from school because there was a holiday, a teachers workshop, the weekend, then we had senior skip day and I was a senior.

So.

Right now I was getting ready for a party Michael invited me to at Ashton's house. Apparently his parents weren't home and he wanted to throw a party.

I hear a honk from outside and I look out my blinds to see Michael - looking hot as fuck. He wore a black leather jacket, a shirt that was too dark for me too make out, and some black skinny jeans. He was leaning up against his car, the light from his phone shining over his features. I smile at his appearance.

His hair was dirty blonde now.

He dyes his hair too often, it is going to fall out.

I go down the hall and grab my keys from the desk. "Mum, I'm going now!" I call out through the apartment.

"Be careful, Lucifer!" She replies and I smile. I tell her I love her and I decide to take the elevator down, not really wanting to bother with the stairs. I've been feeling fatigued as of late and exercise didn't usually bother me before. Now I get winded walking far distances, and I get quite dizzy.

I leave the elevator and go out the front door of the building. "Hey Mikey!" I say happily as he looks up from his phone.

He was wearing a 'Collide With the Sky' shirt, Pierce the Veil and everything. They're a really good band.

"You look really good." I compliment him.

He gives me a gentle kiss on the cheek and says, "We should leave."

We get into his car, though the distance isn't far; he insisted on the drive. I buckle myself up and lean back. I had a concussion from the brutal slam to the head by the super seniors that caused me to black out. On the road as headlines shown in my eyes it automatically hurt my head and forced me to look away.

We pull up to Ashton's house, the car ride silent. There was just a little bit on tension and I wasn't sure why. Michael gets out of the car quickly and when he closes his door I closed my head from the pounding headache I was developing. 

On top of the dizziness and stomach upset, I had a concussion. I am falling apart.

I unbuckle myself weakly then I hear the door open. I get out of the car and he closes the door. "I thought I should be a proper gentlewoman." Michael tells me with a grin. 

"You're so cute." I reply as I grab his hand. The two of us go inside and there was a lot of people there. The first thing I smell is sweat, followed by the smell of alcohol. "Michael this isn't a good idea!" I tell him over the screams. I stumble through everybody, my head was killing me. I seemed to be walking through everybody, but maybe I was crazy.

*Michael's Point of View*

"Michael this isn't a good idea!" Luke screams at me with his hands over his ears. I look at Ashton and Calum curiously, as there was nobody home. Ashton's version of an awesome party isn't inviting a lot of people, but simply hanging out with friends.

I saw FIFA was already set up, he had multiple kinds of chips, and there was beer. Luke stumbles around the room as if he was being tossed around. His hands were still over his ears. "Michael I want to go home!" He screams. "There's too many people!" He continues.

"Is he okay?" Calum asks me worriedly. I stand there, mouth agape, at the scene I was witnessing. 

"I don't know." I respond honestly.

I watch him as he continues screaming out and I didn't know what to do to calm him down. But then I see him fall. "Luke!" All of us screaming simultaneously.

"Call an ambulance." I order running over to Luke.

I bend down and see his eyes partially open. I hear Ashton on the phone with the police. "Wasn't a good idea." He tells me and then his eyes close completely. 

"Luke." I say his name, attempting to shake him awake. "Luke!" I yell.

*Luke's Point of View*

Some guy knocks me to the ground and I fall. I see everyone's feel beginning to step over me as I wince in pain. Did they not notice me? Then I see Michael, he is crouching down next to me. "Wasn't a good idea." I tell him.

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I woke up with white surrounding me. I felt drowsy and I had a lot of things attached to me. Michael is sitting in the chair sleeping, and my Mum was in the corner of the room. "Mum." I say, my throat dry. 

"I am going to get the doctor!" She says loudly and Michael picks up his head. He looks at me with tired eyes.

"Baby." He says, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. 

"Why am I here? Did something happen at the party?" I question him and see my Mum enter with the doctor.

"Luke, how are you doing this evening?" He asks me.

I shrug and reply, "Fine."

"We did some tests and it shows that you haven't digested anything in over a week. Maybe nine days, but that is a close estimate. If you have eaten anything, you must have puked it up. This lack of food and the concussion you've suffered from recently could be the reason you were hallucinating. Adding to that, you are underweight for your age and height. You are 122 pounds and that means you're about thirty pounds underweight." The doctor explains, looking at his computer.

I look between Michael, the doctor, and my Mum. "I didn't hallucinate." I simply respond curiously, unknowing of when I could have hallucinated.

"Baby there was only three other people at the party." Michael whispers, caressing my face.

I shake my head violently but the wince at the pain. "No." I deny his statement. It couldn't be true, I saw everyone. I smelled their different perfumes and cologne, I felt them step on me.

"For now we are releasing you into your mother's care. If in the next two weeks you do not gain at least five to ten pounds, we may need to send you to a hospital for recovering anorexic patients." The doctor tells me.

"I'm not anorexic." I tell him angrily. He was wrong about me.

"It may be hard to understand. Luke, you're supposed to be a little over 150 pounds for being 6'4" and you aren't. It is facts, Luke, that you are suffering from anorexia nervosa." The doctor tells me again. I look around the room for the last time and then put my head back on my pillow. I allow for a few tears to fall. I was fat already. I was reaching my goal! I was seven pounds away from my goal! I am fine. I am always fine.