White Noise {punk l.h. au} Sequel to "Colours {punk l.h. au}"

24

*ignores all the rolling stone drama and continues with the story*

| Luke |

I was already three checkmarks away from my goal. One of the three I was waiting to get an answer on which I should be hearing today. It's been about a week since I last saw Rebecca, and my mind hasn't been able to stop thinking about her. Which was nothing new, but this time it was for a completely different reason.

After hanging up with her the other day, I was left fearing the worst. She said she couldn't stay with Caleb anymore and now she's in Baltimore with Michael. Something definitely happened between her and Caleb, which I can't say that I'm not surprised. Whatever it may be, I was determined to find out eventually. It really couldn't have been that bad. But for right now, I had to focus on making sure the deal went through for this apartment I found a while ago in Philly.

Also known as: checkmark number 2.

Ever since Rebecca told me she would live there if things didn't work out in New York, I started apartment shopping. Why? Well, I always knew that if I wanted her all to myself, I had to distance her from any potential threats, more specifically, her ex fiancé living literally ten minutes away from us.

Once I meet up with the apartment owner and exchange papers, the place is all mine. In a perfect world, I should have the place by today at 11 am.

So far I have only gotten one thing accomplished, and that was finding me a job. I was starting a job at Target in the electronics department because I may not be the brightest, but I'm not entirely stupid. I knew a lot about technology related stuff, so the job seemed pretty good for me. Hell, it was better than sitting here doing nothing.

I waited at the doorstep of the apartment, glancing down at the clock on my phone; it read: 10:49. I was going to put my phone back in my pocket when it started ringing. I looked at the caller ID, and it was a number I didn't recognize. Confused, I answered it: "Hello?"

"Luke?" A deep, somewhat familiar voice sounded on the other line.

"Who is this?" I asked.

"You don't recognize my voice, boy?" The man's voice sent an uncomfortable shiver down my spine.

Then it hit me.

"Charlie."

| Rebecca |

I haven't seen Luke in a solid week, and I wasn't exactly sure how I was going to handle however many others I had to endure. I missed him so damn much. I began to question how I managed to get through the time we spent apart when he joined the military. This feeling of abandonment was all too familiar for me. Luckily, I had Michael with me to make things somewhat bearable. But, like every other successful adult, they had to go to work. Which left me alone in Michael's apartment for a few hours with nothing to do.

It wasn't like I could go for a walk considering I would get lost in about 2.6 seconds. Also, it was excruciatingly hot outside today. So indoor activities it was. I watched old episodes of Orange Is The New Black and cried about how I wished they still made episodes. After getting bored with that, I stared at the ceiling for some time just listening to some of my old angsty music from my teenage years.

I couldn't deny that I still was into that type of music. It was a phase that I sort of grew out of, but the nostalgia it gave me was too good to let go of it completely.