torn // muke

6

Luke

"Luke! Oh my gosh!" I heard a voice say, and I turned to see Michael. I frowned as he ran over to me.

"Where have you been?" I asked softly.

"Sorry I didn't tell you, but I went to the beach for a week. It was kind of a random decision, but it was relaxing. Anyway, I missed my best friend." He said, and sat beside me on my bench.

"I missed having someone to talk to. I'm glad you're back." I said.

"You should come with me next time. I just start driving and see where I end up." He said, and I smiled.

"You're not scared of getting lost?" I asked.

"Of course I am sometimes because if I go somewhere with no reception, I'm kinda screwed for a while, but I don't like to think about that. I like road trips and traveling so I'm not gonna let a small fear hold me back. I don't like planning where I go." He said, and i nodded.

"That sounds really fun. I've never been out of Sydney." I said, and Michael's eyes widened.

"Are you kidding?!" He asked, and I shook my head.

"We leave in a week," he told me, and I shook my head. "Michael I can't." I whispered, no matter how bad I wanted to.

He took the cigarette butt out of my fingers, and put it out beneath his foot. "Of course you can." He told me, and smiled.

"No. I need to keep making money. I can't spend anything, and I don't want you to pay for-"

"Don't worry about money. All I have to do is pay for gas. I already have a place for us to stay." He said, and I bit my lower lip.

"Okay.."