To Fix Yesterday | Luke Hemmings

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"Luke!" I heard someone shout from the living room, waking me up. It sounded like Michael, but I was too tired to tell.

"What does he want," Luke grumbled from next to me.

I had slept in his bed again. I really didn't want to, but I got sick of all his begging. I was annoyed with him for hassling me, but I was also sick of fighting. I eventually just gave in and basically said fuck it.

Luke rolled over, his arm leaving its place on my waist. "It's seven in the morning," he muttered as he began getting out of bed. I yawned and started to crawl out of bed as well, but Luke noticed and stopped me. "No, Skyla, continuing sleeping, you don't have to get up. I'll take care of Michael."

I felt him get out of bed and soon after I heard him opening the bedroom door. His footsteps echoed down the hallway, a yawn escaping his lips once or twice.

"Michael, go home, I'm tir- what's all this?" Luke asked, his voice groggy.

"It's your stuff," Michael answered, obviously much more energetic than Luke. "Every last box."

"Michael!" Luke shouted, but his voice was quickly lowered again, but I could still clearly hear their conversation. "I didn't even talk to Skyla about it yet. It was just an idea we had."

"But, he's already moving in," Michael whined.

After failing at trying to figure out what they were talking about, I caved into my curiosity. I pushed myself out of bed and began walking out of the bedroom. I rubbed my eyes with my fists as I walked down the hallway. I abruptly stopped once I made it into the living room. It was full of boxes upon boxes.

"Guys?" I spoke up, yawning.

Luke turned around and widened his eyes. "Oh, Skyla. Hey."

"What are all of these boxes doing here?" I asked, continuing to look around.

"Well, Luke and I thought that maybe you and him could become roommates, and our friend would move in with me," Michael mumbled, softly kicking a box next to his foot.

"Ok, Skyla, we weren't planning this behind your back or anything. It was just some idea that one of us mentioned like a couple day ago," Luke exclaimed reassuringly. "Michael's just an idiot and carried out the idea without talking to me about it first."

"Luke," I said sternly, looking at him. "You're moving in?"

"No! No, no, not now. I mean maybe? I want to. But I'm not going to of you don't want me to," he rambled, running his hand through his hair. "Hold on, I have an idea. I'm going to get Michael's possibly future roommate." And with that, Luke was walking out the front door and into the apartment across the hall.

"I think it's a good idea. Luke still likes you, you know," Michael said, taking a seat on the couch.

"Does he?" I asked, yawning and sitting down next to him.

"Yeah, a lot." Michael nodded and kicked off his sneakers. "He just doesn't know it yet."

"He's here!" Luke announced as came back into the apartment. There was a familiar boy with curly, dirty brown hair behind him.

The boy smiled, a wide, warm grin. He ran over to me and surprised me with a hug. "Louisiana!" he exclaimed.

I slowly pulled away from him and quickly glanced over at Luke. He looked annoyed, his smile that was there a second go was now gone and his eyebrows were furrowed. I shook my head and glanced back at the curly haired boy. "Hey, Ash. You forget my name already?"

"No, Skyla, I did not. But I like my nickname for you," he replied, smirking.

"You guys know each other?" Luke mumbled, his arms crossed over his chest.