To Fix Yesterday | Luke Hemmings

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I heard a knock on my front door. I groaned and rolled over in bed, pulling my comforter around me. I picked up my phone which was on my bedside table and turned it on. I unintentionally squinted my eyes, not used to the brightness and light coming from my phone screen.

The time read seven twenty four am.

It was too early. I wanted to sleep in, I wanted to cuddle up to my pillow and get comfy. I couldn't, though, or at least not peacefully. The knocking on my front door continued. I whined, slowly rolling out of bed. I slid on my black slippers that had the Batman logo on them. I then pulled my hair into a low, messy bun.

I began walking out of my bedroom and down the hall, making my way towards the front door. I didn't care if anyone saw me in my plaid pajama shorts and oversized jersey, to be honest. But I did care that someone interrupted my sleep which was very important to me.

I stood on my toes, looking through the peephole before answering the door. Not to my surprise, I saw none other than Luke. He was wearing a large, black t-shirt, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle lounge pants, and white socks. I opened the door, giving him an annoyed look.

"Good morning!" he said, far too cheerful.

"It's almost seven thirty, what do you want?" I asked, my voice groggy.

"I got bored, so I decided to visit," he said, walking passed me and into my apartment.

"Why are you up so early?" I asked, following him into the kitchen.

"Why weren't you?" he countered back.

I sighed and sat down at the island, rubbing my eyes. I was half awake, for I only fell asleep a couple hours earlier. I was not an early bird, but I was the definition of a night owl. I always stayed up late, but never wanted to wake up in the mornings.

I watched Luke as he walked around my kitchen, raiding my cabinets. He finally found one that contained food. He started to pull out Nutella, but put it back and took Fruit Loops instead. He opened up the box, reaching his hand in a grabbing a handful of cereal.

"Look, just because you bought me a book and, um..." I trailed off, searching for the right words.

"Saved your life?" he suggested, smirking.

"I prefer to say tackled me to the ground at a convenient time," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I saved your life," he argued, grabbing another handful of Fruit Loops.

"Whatever. Just because you tackled me to the-"

"Saved your life," he corrected me.

"Fine, ok. Just because you 'saved my life' doesn't mean you can just walk into my apartment and eat all of my food," I said. I stood up and snatched the box of cereal out of his hands, putting it back where it belongs. "Especially not at seven in the morning when I'm trying to sleep."

"I'm just paying you a friendly visit, you know, hanging out," he said, laughing.

"You weren't invited inside my apartment and I certainly didn't offer you my food," I exclaimed.

"Yeah, but I-"

"Luke," I warned.

"Ok, no more friendly visits," he said, holding his hands up in defeat. "But, I'm not leaving."

"Why?" I whined, leaning back onto the island.

"You said it yourself," he replied, shrugging. I raised an eyebrow, not catching on to what he was getting at. He added, "You're lonely."