Remember: Completed

Eleven: man up

Reminder: flashbacks / memories are in italics

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Michael started to shove luke in panic.  both boys scrambled for the back door just as they heard the front door open. they darted out and into the backyard, but luke froze seeing the pool. He felt dizzy, his head swimming as his body swayed in place. A loud ringing and pressure caused him to snap his hands to his ears to cover them, and to squeeze his eyes shut.

Luke opened his eyes, only to see the pool area that was just empty and bright was now dark with tons of drunk teens hanging around it.

he glanced around, trying to see someone he recognized. He froze when his gaze landed on something he didn't want to see, something that hurt when it shouldn't have.

Jackson had his arm wrapped around Brookes lower back, a flat hand pressed firmly to hold her body close. Brooke had jacksons face cupped in her hands, both had their lips moving feverishly together.

Everything seemed to suddenly move at slow motion; the way Jackson tilted his head to the right, the way Brooke tilted hers to the left. How the jaw movements suggested they weren't just kissing, but French kissing.

"Hello? Lu! Come on!" Shouted Michael, grabbing Luke by the wrist , snapping Luke out of his flash back.

Why did it still hurt to see it again? He barely knew Jackson, he barely remembered him.

Luke frowned but allowed Michael to nearly drag him along as both boys fled the backyard, running back to the nearest park.

Michael finally let go of Luke, just to drop on the ground panting heavily. He  draped his arm over his face, "holy balls that was close!"

Luke slowly sunk to a sit, wrapping his arms around his legs. He stared ahead, trying to think over what he just saw. Was the feelings he just had the same as the ones he must have had that night?

"Did you see enough?" Michael asked between his heavy panting breaths. He removed his arm to roll his head to the side to look at Luke. 

Unable to get the image of Brooke and Jackson kissing, Luke groaned and dropped his chin on his knees. "I saw everything.." He said weakly and squeezed his eyes shut again.

Luke was back in the living room, looking around. He glanced back up at the picture above the fireplace, glaring at it because it was Brooke and shes clearly a bitch. Michael walked up behind luke, holding two red plastic cups of alcohol.

"hey!" he said to luke, talking loudly over the music and the random guy singing and playing a guitar in the living room. Michael made a face of disgust as he saw the photo luke was just glaring at, " is that the ex?" he asked as he looked back at luke, who was now looking sadly down at the ground.

"Looks like you could use this!" Michael said, trying to cheer up his best friend. He held out one of the red cups, smiling at Luke.

"It's not like I was with him anyways," Luke said lowly, staring down at the offered drink but he didn't bother with grabbing it.

"Did you like him?" Questioned Michael, raising his eyebrows before furrowing them together, watching Lukes behavior. Seeing Luke shrug, he grinned, "well then, you should do something about it."

At that moment Pete happened to have walked up, hearing the conversation. He was holding two shot glasses full of some odd colored liquid, "lost cause, she's got him by the balls."