To Fix Yesterday | l.h.

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"Luke, please come out," I begged, wiggling the doorknob of the locked bathroom door.

Luke, didn't answer. All I heard was a few sniffs and some shuffling around. I sighed and walked out of the hallway, frustrated.

He talked to Macy for fifteen minutes. There was a lot of yelling and arguing. It all end with him breaking up with her. He'd been sitting in the bathroom for about half an hour after the phone call ended, not saying a single word as I called to him and tried opening the door.

I walked out of the apartment and knocked on the door of his and Michael's. I knew Michael was inside, for the volume on his video games was so loud that I was almost positive China could hear them. He didn't seem to care about the fact that some people might be sleeping at that time: nine pm.

The volume lowered and in a couple seconds the door swung open. Michael's red hair was sticking out everywhere, and the only thing he wore was SpongeBob pajama pants.

"Skyla, you should be sitting down, or something!" Michael yelled, grabbing my forearm and pulling me inside.

He pointed to the couch and I sat. I rolled my eyes even though I had a pretty bad headache. Michael turned off his video games and then sat down next to me, waiting for me to explain why I was in his apartment.

"Luke broke up with Macy," I mumbled, not knowing what else to say. I didn't really know why I went to Michael, either. I guess I just figured that he would know had to deal with Luke.

Michael's face lit up. "He did? That's great!"

"He won't come out of the bathroom or say anything!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms in the air. I then winced at the pain in the back of my head.

"Careful," Michael muttered, gently pulling my arms back down. "Anyways, did you try just talking to him and asking him to come out?"

"I'm not dumb, of course I tried that," I stated matter-of-factly.

Michael sighed and leaned back on the couch, crossing his tattooed arms over his bare chest. "He's probably having an emotional breakdown in there, you need to go comfort him. He's like a baby animal, he lives on giving and receiving love."

"And how exactly am I supposed to do that?" I asked, referring to the numerous times I tried opening the bathroom door and failing.

"Did you try picking the lock?" he asked, chuckling a little.

"Oh my god, Michael, you're a genius!" I exclaimed, before jumping off the couch and running back into my apartment.

"Stop running!" Michael shouted, and even though I definitely shouldn't have, I ignored him.

I went into my bedroom and ran my hands through the random objects on top of my dresser, in search for a bobby pin. Once I found one, I picked it up and walked over the bathroom.

"I'm coming in," I announced to Luke, before jamming the bobby pin in the keyhole and wiggling it around.

I heard his raspy voice whisper, "Please don't."

I didn't listen. I slowly opened the door, silently cursing at myself for not picking the lock sooner. I stepped inside the bathroom, closing the door behind me to make more room, for the bathroom wasn't that large. Luke was leaned up against the bathtub, holding his knees to his chest. He didn't look up at me, just stared at the sink in front of him. I hesitantly lowered myself down next him, leaving a couple inches of space between us.

"Are you ok?" I whispered, looking at him. He shook his head before slowly turning it to make eye contact with me. "What happened?"

"Michael was right. She cheated on me. She said she just wants to date me because I'm hot," he mumbled, sniffling. "And...she hurt you."