He Was P(L)uke

14

"Shush, my parents are going to find out."

"I can't shut up!" He groaned, puking his intestines to the toilet. "I drank too much last night." He huffed after some seconds of pure spitting. The night had been what I call awful. Lots of 'you're sitting on my hand', 'wake up, I need to pee again' and 'no don't turn around cause it hurts!'. A younger version of me would be enchanted to be on my position. But 18 years old me was scooting always every second due to his uneven breathing and loud snores. I believe I only slept about half an hour.

"I know." I muttered. Luke grabbed my free hand with his and began making puke sounds. I jumped back, pushing him away.

"You sound like that whenever you puke, Judd-"

"Charlie? It's me!" Dad. I panicked, eyes bulging open as I looked at Luke. He bit his lip, and whispered something to do with the bathtub. "Charlie, won't you come say hi to your dad?"

"Yeah yeah, chill dude." Luke yelled back. I opened my mouth and began pulling our cuffed hand so he would get hurt. I shushed him once again before he began making any weird thing.

"Woah woah, Charlie! Who's there?!" Dad asked worriedly. I shook my head while looking at Luke.

"It's me." I faked a cough. "I'm just a bit sick, but I'll be okay with just a bath." I then turned to Luke and whispered "Turn the damn bath, idiot."

-/-

"Oh Charlie." Mom said surprised when we ran down the stairs into the kitchen, not really looking at me but at the blonde creature who stood next to me. "Mr. Hemmings, how are you?"

"Very well, ma'am-"

"Char- What the heck is Luke Hemmings doing in my house?" Dad yelled. Luke's breath hitched, our tied up hands hid inside the pocket of his jacket. I took a deep breath before answering.

"I wanted-"

"If you're dating... And judging by how you're holding hands on the pocket of his jacket... We would have to talk about that thing later." Dad continued. I giggled nervously, looking at Luke. He simply said a quick 'oi, yew!'. I glared at him, Luke disgustedly looking at me.

"No demonstrations of hate here." Mom chuckled. Dad shook his head and laughed softly.

"My daughter is so weird." Dad said, which caused great amusement to Luke. "And you got something in the mail." My eyes widened. The admission letter from California. I gasped as soon as my father gave it to me. I tugged at the cuffs trying to take the letter with both hands.

-/-

"So you're moving to Cali." He said, me nodding quietly. He had read the letter for me since I was shaking with fear. And I saw how his eyes shuttered when he read the sentence 'you have been admitted to CalArts university'. And how he bit his lip and handed me the letter back. If I didn't knew our situation well, I'd think he was feeling something for me. But he was a soon-to-be father. "You never told anyone about it, did you?"

"No." I answered. He nodded his head. "I didn't wanted to call any attention. Nobody cares anyways-"

"I do." He interrupted, looking at me. I sighed nodding. "Let's go." He said standing up from the ground. He helped me up before we walked away from the small park we had found.

And minutes passed, as we walked quietly to Stacy's house. I could hear his uneven breathing, and the sound our cuffs made when he twitched his hand. And I fell in love more and more-

"Dude I forgot something." He mentioned. I turned to him confused.

"What is it? Your blanket? Your dog? What is it???" I asked. He just stood there shaking his head with wide eyes.

"Dude I forgot I have a date with Kiera today." I sighed nodding.

"Oh it's alright, Luke. Let's just search for Stacy and you'll be off." I said, pulling him so he could keep walking. But he shook his head again and stood static.

"No no. The date was supposed to be about an hour ago. She's waiting for me there."

"I'm not third wheeling, Luke." I groaned rolling my eyes.

-/-

Disenchanted [dis-en-chant]

verb.,

to rid of or free from enchantment, illusion, credulity, etc

That's the story of my life.

"Aw Lukey. You didn't tell me you had brought Charlie."

"Well... We had some problems yesterday... So-"

"So he got the brilliant idea to make me the freaking third wheel." I groaned, pushing my back into the seat. Luke rolled his eyes and grabbed Kiera's hand on his free hand, while his left hand and my right were discretely hid beneath the table.

After he remembered he had a date, he made me change into a day dress so we could match. That was the dumbest idea ever. While we walked down the street we got various looks and people yelling 'what a cute couple', which made me smile, then cough, then look at Luke who did the same.

"Oh." Kiera breathed. "We have to decide the name for our upcoming baby. And since we got company, why not asking her to help us?" She said with a smug grin. I rolled my eyes and tugged at the cuff. Luke glared at me while he took a sip of his soda.

And they began blabbering things that made me puke inside, like Luke's suggestion of calling the baby Dora the explorer if it's a girl, and Kiera searching dog names on Internet.

"What do you think, Charlie?" She asked, raising a brow. I took a deep breath before answering.

"It's yours. I don't really mind." I sighed. Luke turned to look at me with curious eyes as I adverted my eyes away. He pulled at our locked hands and made me look at him.

"I think we forgot something in our car." He muttered. Kiera looked at him confused, puckering her lips a little. And it was then when I saw what Luke liked about Kiera. She was beautiful... No homo tho. She was thin, with big breasts, luscious lips, and clear skin. Luke fell for someone who did deserve his love. "So, Charlie... Let's go to our car." And I knew it was serious, since we didn't even had a car.

-/-

"Can you tell me what's wrong?" He pleaded, tugging at our linked hand. "You act all weird around her."

"I have my reasons." I said, pulling him so we could walk. His eyes were fixed on my face as we kept walking, and I swear I could feel I was about to cry. I know sometimes I seem sensible, and others I can be a sarcastic mother fucker. But being honest, we all have our break down days. Those days when you miss someone so much, you have to let it all out. Those days when you get scolded by someone you love and feel delusional. Those days when everything someone said and did begins hitting you square on your soul, and you really have to just let it all out.

We all have those days, wether we admit it or not.