The Silent ~ l.h

9//Confusing

It took my mind a few seconds to process what was happening. I couldn't believe it.

Luke was kissing me.

He. Was. Kissing. Me.

I was stunned. You can't blame me for that; I wasn't exactly expecting it.

As his lips moved against mine, capturing them in a sweet and passionate kiss, it took me a few seconds to react.

I kissed him back, entwining my arms around his neck as he moved his hands towards my waist to pull me closer. His lip-ring was cold, between our warm lips.

My emotions felt as though they were put in a blender, blended till fine, and had been added with a touch of confusion. And then, garnished with side effects such as dizziness, and various other physical reactions like weakness at the knees and jellyfish in the stomach.

He pulled back for breath, his eyes meeting mine. I was speechless. And so was he. Well, he always was, but that's what made him so different and unique.

For a few moments we just tried to absorb everything. I tried for a smile. Emphasis on, 'tried'.

Before I could react, properly, he looked down at his feet, as we still held each other.

I was about to respond, when Luke jerked back, shoving me away from him.

I stumbled back, only just managing to maintain my balance. Like I said, there were physical effects like weak-at-the-knees.

I looked up to see Luke massaging his temples, tugging at his hair, and just overall, he looked like he was scolding himself, his eyes clenched shut.

What was wrong?

I reached out, my arm trying to contact him.

His knees buckled, and with a gasp, he landed on the floor, on his knees. He looked as though his world was closing around him.

"Luke!" I yelled. I realised, of course, that he couldn't hear me. But don't judge me, I was scared out of my wits.

I rushed to his side and tried to help him by keeping my hands firmly on his shoulder, trying to get him to relax. I did so, because his whole body was trembling. Forget about trembling, it was convulsing.

I removed one of my hands from his shoulders and tilted his chin up to get him to look at me, but he wouldn't open his eyes.

I didn't try forcing him into opening his eyes. Instead, I simply held him and rocked back and forth, rubbing his back. I was trying to calm him down.

After a few minutes- or hours, I couldn't tell- he seemed to calm down, and breathing was less impulsive and erotic.

When he was able to, he opened his eyes. He looked at me, with an unreadable expression in his eyes.

I was about ask him if he wanted me to drop him home.

But before I could, he shot up and was out of my sight before I could even bring my hands up to communicate with him.

If I had to describe the Luke's actions today in one word? Confusing.

Obviously, the first thought that hit me was, why did he run away from me?

And second, why did he have that whole... Episode?

Third, why did he kiss me?

Anyone would answer the third question by saying that he did so because he liked me. But, given the after effects of that kiss, anyone would examine the root cause of that episode and the sudden departure as the kiss. Hence, you would need the reason for him kissing me. But, how could you pinpoint the reason on witnessing the aftermath of the kiss.

I snapped out of this reverie, realising that I was acting like a proper psychologist or psychiatrist and analysing a problem.

True, I sort of was a counsellor, but this was not the time.

I realised that I should've run after him. But, he ran from me for a reason. I would either seem to him like a pillar of support if I ran after him, or the ghost continuing to chase him even after he fled from it.

I dragged myself off the floor and was about to assess the situation and consider what I should do next, when I noticed something from the corner of my eye.

Luke's phone.

I then realised what I had to do.

I had to search for the phone app, and found it on the last page of the home screen. Well, of course he wouldn't need to call anyone.

I dialled the number I needed to, and pressed the phone to my ear.

He picked up on the second ring. Well, that was quick.

"Hello? Who's this?"

"Calum, it's me. It's Becca."

"What's wrong? Where's Luke? Is he okay?"

In any other situation, I would've 'aww'd' at his brotherly concern for Luke. But not right now.

"I don't know." That was my answer to all three questions.

"I don't know where Luke is. He... he, um, kissed me. And then he sort of had like, a breakdown. And once he calmed down, he just ran for it."

"Please tell me you didn't follow him..."

"No, I didn't," I replied. I actually though he'd be glad if I'd followed him.

"Thank god," he sighed, the relief evident in his voice.

"Luke has these, ah, fits, quite often. We never knew what caused them. They've reduced a lot in the past couple of weeks, though. Looks like they're not completely gone.

Just, leave him alone for a while. He always comes back to my place after. If you'd followed him, he would've gotten a lot worse. I learnt that the hard way," he said, chuckling.

"So you're sure he's safe?"

"Oh, definitely. Well, 99.9 recurring percent sure," he replied.

"Well, that's good enough for me, I guess."

We spoke for a while, and I hung up once we were done. I did feel much better now.

But still, one thought lingered on in my head, still making me slightly uneasy...

What about the other 0.1 recurring percent chance that he wasn't safe?

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A/N- Heyyy!!!!! I'm currently on vacation and there's no wi-fi here *sobs* so I'm writing a bunch of chapters for a lot of my stories. I've got nothing better to do, really :-p

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