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"Are you a fucking idiot?!" Alex yelled, his usually light skin painted a shade of red. "Why would you ever think it's a good idea to explore a desolate city that you don't even know?"
Luke had his eyes trained on his phone, scrolling through Twitter. He shrugged his shoulders then rubbed at his nose. "Seemed fun."
Alex was getting more and more angry as Luke's attention decreased more and more with each second ticking by. He stepped forward, grabbing Luke's iPhone and throwing it against the hotel wall. "Pay attention to me!"
Luke raised his eyebrows. "That was rude," he said, his tone not changing at all.
I held closer to my own phone, the simple sound of Luke's phone shattering made a cold air rush up my spine.
I watched Luke look up at his manager, no emotion shown upon his face. There was nothing behind his eyes, everything was so different from this morning.
This morning, Luke actually looked alive. Does that sound weird? Maybe.
He looked alive, though. He looked happy, oh so happy.
"Not only did you put yourself in danger, but also Michael! Do you know how much shit we'd all get in if something happened to Michael?!" Alex didn't look at me as he shouted my own name. He just wanted to threaten Luke a little more.
I didn't blame the angry manager. Luke is careless and self-indulgent in the worst possible ways. Everything Luke does is usually for Luke. Luke cares about Luke and Luke only cares about Luke.
The blonde scuffed, taking a glance at me on the opposite couch as him. "Wow, would it really be so bad to lose Michael along the way?"
Alex rolled his eyes for the sixth—maybe seventh—time in the last hour. He crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head. "That's rude and just," he stuttered and spit, trying to come up with stronger vocabulary, "it's stupid, Luke. You're being really fucking stupid."
"I'm not stupid," Luke said. His blue eyes staring straight into Alex's brown eyes. Lasers must have been going off between them, anger filling the room like a figurative cloud.
You know how everyone talks about that sixth sense they supposedly have? It's the one where they can just feel that someone is watching them.
I don't think that someone has to be a person. I think it can be a feeling or an emotion, too.
There's a feeling of my mind dropping into my stomach. Sadness was my sense. Did Luke not care about me? I knew Luke didn't want to, like, drop down on one knee and propose marriage or anything, but I thought he at least cared for my well-being or something like that.
Everyone gets sad, right?
It sometimes feels like I'm drowning as I pretend not to hurt.
I watch Luke storm out and Alex take a spot next to me. He places his arm around my shoulder and says something about me being important. I nod and give him a smile.
I know I'm important. I am me and that's all I'm ever going to be. I know I'm important in this world. Luke, of all people, doesn't get to tell me if I'm important or not.
Maybe he doesn't feel important. But, I feel important. It's important for me to feel important.
That's how you get your sixth sense to go away, if you wanted to know.
Michael is So Strong So Fluffy.
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