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

25

i love doing nothing

With every minute I got closer to facing Luke in person, the more nervous I got. The last two days I spent with Michael went by extremely fast. I was excited to see Luke, don't get me wrong. I missed him like crazy; I'm just ashamed of what I did to him. But, I can't hide from it forever.

Today was the day he was supposed to come and get me. We haven't talked since that phone call, but Luke kept in touch with Michael so we knew his estimated arrival time. It was currently 6:30 pm and there was still no sign of Luke. I began to question if he was even going to show up, but I clung on to that small sliver of hope I had left in me.

Michael and I were sitting on his couch watching some shitty movie that I wasn't really paying attention to. All I got out of it was that these stupid people went into a mine to try to find treasure or some shit and they got lost. Michael was into it for some reason...maybe because my mind was somewhere else. I kept on glancing down at my phone ever so often to see if there was anything new, but the screen remained blank.

Sighing, I got up and told Michael that I was going to the bathroom. All I heard was his voice muffling something that I couldn't understand, but it probably wasn't that important because he ceased to tear his gaze away from the movie. I walked to the bathroom and switched on the light. I closed the door behind me and looked at myself in the mirror.

I tried to fix my hair the best that I could and ran my fingers underneath my eyes to remove any black smudges from my makeup. I gave myself one last look before opening up the door and turning off the light before exiting. I walked down the dimly lit room and passed by the open window. I noticed something moving out of the corner of my eye so I stopped walking to look outside.

My eyes traveled around the landscape before landing on an old, familiar car coming to a stop outside the building. The sound of Michael's phone ringing in the other room was enough to get me to realize who it was. I took off running to Michael's front door and opened it up before booking it to the main entry way. All I had on my feet were socks, but I didn't care. I ran right through the front door of the building and into the arms of the person who was on his way into the building.

The collision between my body and his caused the person to stumble back a few steps, but he regained his balance and wrapped his arms around me tightly. He pulled me upwards, and I jumped up to wrap my legs around his waist pulling him closer to me if it were even possible. My face was buried into the crook of his neck, taking in his scent. He always smelt so fucking good.

I never wanted to let go, but I had to if we ever wanted to get on the road. Plus there is a 98% chance that Michael was standing there watching this whole thing take place.

"Let's go get your stuff, love." Luke whispered into my hair before setting me back down on my feet. I looked up at him and saw his eyes move up past me to look at something. I turned around and found Michael standing in the doorway. Luke and I walked up to Michael and I brushed past Michael to go grab my things from inside Michael's apartment. All I was able to hear before approaching the door of the apartment was Luke thanking Michael for letting me stay with him and whatnot.

I managed to grab my already-packed-up bag and slip on my light jacket and sneakers. I came back outside to see Luke and Michael talking by the open trunk of Luke's car, I almost didn't want to ruin their bro-moment, but I couldn't wait to get on the road with Luke. I lugged my bag to the trunk and Luke helped me toss it in before slamming it shut. I turned to Michael and smiled, "Thanks for everything, Mikey." I said while walking in for a hug.