To Fix Yesterday | l.h.

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"So, you've had friends before?" Luke asked immediately after Michael and Ashton left.

"What do you mean?" I tilted my head to the side and ran my fingers through my hair.

After Luke shut the door, he sat back down next to me and put an arm around my shoulders. "You said you had a friend who gave you the nickname Nutella."

"Oh, yeah," I muttered, scrunching my nose at the remembrance of my friend. "He wasn't that special. I mean, he kind of was. But not anymore."

"Did he do something to you?" Luke asked, leaning forward and turning his head so he could look me in the eyes.

"Yeah," I whispered, nodding.

"Tell me," he insisted, jumping in his seat. "Please?"

"No, I don't want to talk about him," I refused, shaking my head. He whined and began tapping my upper arm. "Luke, no."

"But...ok." He sighed and slouched back onto the couch. "You don't have to tell me. But, you know, it's best if you talk about things. It's bad to hold it in."

"Luke, we've been over this!" I shouted, shocking not only Luke but myself. I lowered my voice, but it was still quite loud. "I don't talk about things, I hold it in! I, I don't want to, it's just, I just do it."

Luke sat up again. He grabbed my hand in his, squeezing it a bit. "You can't continue doing that, it's unhealthy. You know you can talk to me, Sky."

"Skyla," I corrected him.

"What?"

"My name is Skyla. I want you to call me Skyla," I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Oh, so Ashton can give you a nickname, but I can't?" he spat, dropping my hand.

"Luke, I didn't say that!" I retorted.

It's not that I didn't want Luke to give me a nickname. I just didn't want it to be Sky. Sky was so plain, so simple. Anyone could come up with it. If Luke was going to give me a nickname, I wanted it to have more meaning. I wanted it to be special. And, I really I didn't want him calling me it only because someone else was.

I groaned and stood up, shaking my head. Luke protested, reaching out to grab my hand, but I shook him away. I scurried down the hallway and into my bedroom, closing the door behind me. Luke opened it again, though, before I had the chance to lock it.

"Why can't I call you Sky?" Luke inquired, slamming the door behind him for no particular reason; I guess it was just to show his anger.

"Why are you so jealous of Ashton?" I retorted, my voice cracking a bit.

"I'm not. It's just not fair that he can call you Sky, but I can't," he whispered, his cheeks flushing.

"I never said he could," I countered. "And Sky isn't creative. At all. If you're going to nickname me, I want something...something special."

"Can you tell me about your friend?" he asked, his voice low and emotionless.

"Luke," I said sternly.

"Please. I'm telling you, I can help. I want to help," he pleaded. He took my hand in his, intwining our fingers. He lead me over to my bed, sitting down and pulling me down next to him.

"I don't know, Luke," I mumbled, shaking my head and looking down at my lap.

"C'mon! You know you want to," he urged. "Just tell me. Tell me everything. I'm not leaving you alone until you do."