Flower Crown | muke

Dead - Phoebe Ryan

"When things are good
I don't believe that they're for real
I really wish I could just tell myself I gotta feel
Feel something else instead"

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Luke was the new kid once again. He's moved almost ten times in the last two years, so he doesn't really make any friends since he knows that one day he'll have to move away and leave them behind.

He carefully places a pink flower crown on his head, not wanting to mess up the quiff he spent a good amount of time on just so it would be perfect

Satisfied with what he had accomplished with his appearance, he walks out of the bathroom and down the steps.

He's greeted by his mom, who is leaning against the counter drinking her coffee, just like every morning.

"Ready sweetie?"

Luke nods, grabbing his backpack making his way outside.

The thing is that Luke is a mute. No one has heard him say a word in years. Which is another reason why he doesn't necessarily make friends, not just because he moves around a lot but because he doesn't speak; and simply people just don't try to talk to him.

His mother has tried to get him to say a word, even a syllable but Luke just ends up staring at her like a deer in the headlights.

On his way to school, his mother explains that right when he gets there he needs to head to the office to pick up his schedule. He knows what to do, he's done the same routine for years. Nothing is new to him, just another city with new faces he won't bother to see again in a couple of months.

"Luke?"

He's snapped out of his thoughts when his mother says his name, waving her hand in his face

"We're here, and please be careful."

Luke kisses her cheek, giving her a reassuring smile. A smile that she rarely sees from her son since the accident.

He walks up to the building, letting out a uneasy breath when he pulls the door open, stepping inside.

Eyes

Eyes that are staring straight at Luke. He was hoping that he would go unnoticed, but he was wrong. Feeling uncomfortable from all the stares, he practically runs to the office. Trying not to trip because of his lanky legs.

"You must be Luke Hemmings."

He looks up, his eyes meeting an old lady who is smiling. He nods, fiddling with the end of his black sweater.

"Not much of a talker? It's okay, I informed your teachers about your condition."

Condition

A quiet sigh escapes his lips. It wasn't necessarily a "condition", well he didn't think of it as one. His mom didn't either, she just wanted to hope that she could hear her sons voice again.

They've been to almost every therapist known to man kind, but no one could help him. They told his mom that he was a lost cause, and not to waste anymore money on him; but she kept trying again and again.

Luke would hear his mom crying at night, and he would end up crying as well. Not because he's upset, but because he felt bad for his mom. He wishes that he could be normal for her, he wants her to be happy again.

Luke takes the schedule from her hand, walking out into the hallway. It's halfway empty, a few people at their lockers others just hanging around.

Luke's eyes then land on a pale boy with bright red hair. His green eyes memorizing, anyone lucky to be able to take glance; or at least that's what Luke thought.

He didn't notice he had been staring for a while, because the boy noticed right away and started making his way over to Luke, a tan boy following close behind.

"Did you need something?" His words were laced with venom, making Luke want to scurry away but he just looks at him. His mouth feeling dry, his heart pounding against his chest; he's surprised no one can hear it.

"Are you going to speak?"

Luke shakes his head 'no', looking away from the boys glare.

"Let's just go Michael." The tan boy mumbles, placing his hand on Michael arm which seems to calm him down.

Michael didn't know that the blonde boy who wore flower crowns would end up being the one to save him from the darkness.

Luke's day consisted of being spoken to, but him not able to reply so he ended up getting a notebook and pen just to write down responses. He didn't necessarily enjoy having to write down a reply to everything, he could just simply speak.

Speak

A five letter word that holds so a many problems, but also a word that could solve so many situations. A word so simply, yet so dangerous to Luke.

He was about to close his locker, which only held a few books. But suddenly he senses a presences behind him, so he looks back only to be greeted by the red haired boy.

"Why the flower crown?" Michael bluntly asks.

Luke thinks for a second, before grabbing his notebook and pen writing down something; handing it to the boy.

They represent my mood

Michael hands the notebook back to him, "So does pink mean you're happy?"

Luke nods, with a slight smile.

"I'm Michael, but you probably already knew that."

Luke quickly writes down his name, showing it to Michael, who smiles instantly.

"Luke. Such a beautiful name."

Luke blushes at his comment, not knowing what to write back. He could compliment Michael's name, but Luke was never good at flirting or talking in general so he just began to stare at Michael.

"Well bye."

Luke watches the boy walk away from him, and he mentally face palms because he simply just embarrassed himself for just staring and not knowing what to say; or knowing what to write.

Luke ended up walking home, but only after he convinced his mom by writing valid points on a notebook about how he would be okay and that it wasn't that long of a walk. So she ended up giving in, driving back home.

But the problem was that Luke wasn't going home quite yet, he wanted to explore, he wanted to escape from reality.

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I started this as a one shot on my main account, but the other co owner & me decided to make it into a story because why not 😊 - cxtie-luke 💖

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