nineteen +
Luke and I didn't talk personally again for a while. A few days passed and I figured that he forgot, or maybe he just never cared. Being used like a rag doll isn't the best feeling, but there was nothing else I could do.
I had another month and a half on tour, I'm not sure I would be able to take any more.
It's sad to say, but I don't think I'm ever going to see these people once I get back home. I don't mean much to Luke, I know it. Their tour photographer is gonna send in photos from the three months, my article will be published, then that's that. There's nothing more.
I figured that I'll move onto my own life and he'll move onto his. He and I will be nothing but a memory. A short, twisted kind of memory. One of those memories that you think about when you can't sleep, cringing at everything that went wrong.
Today, though, I guess we were friends.
He sat on the end of my hotel bed at two in the morning, typing up something on Twitter. "Are you in the mood for bagels?" He asked, licking over his top line of teeth.
I looked up from my own phone, tilting my head in a questioning manner. "No, not at all." I sent another text to my mother, trying to get out of our weekly phone talk.
He sighed and dramatically fell into the white sheets. "I'm so hungry, Michael. Please go with me to get milkshakes."
"I thought you wanted bagels."
"People change!"
I smiled and let out a laugh. "Off topic, I've gotta call my mom."
"Aw, that's cute." He rolled around on the bed, trying to get back up to the pillows without having to use much energy. In the end, though, he ended up using more energy trying to not roll off the bed.
"It's not. Just," I paused, "don't make sound."
He gave me a wink, a half smile upon his lips.
I called her up, letting it ring a few times as I watched Luke from the corner of my eye. "Hi, Mom," I said as I heard the line pick up.
"Sweetie! We miss you so much!" She exclaimed, her voice louder than I anticipated. I moved my phone away from my ear, turning down the volume in hopes Luke couldn't hear. "How's everything going over there? What timezone are you in?"
"It's going fine. It's late here in Barcelona, so I don't wanna stay on the phone for too long."
Luke scooted closer, his hips only inches away from mine. He lapped his legs over my own as his arm rested upon my torso. His fingers felt like fire as he slowly rubbed along my ribs.
I looked down at him, glaring.
"That must be amazing. How's the writing going?"
"It's going fine, Jack has been approving everything. I get home in a few weeks so I can do all the mass editing before I send it in to the copy desk."
"Didn't you see Ashton a bit ago? How was our second son doing?" My mother loves Ashton. Like, a complete and utter infatuation but in a child-to-mother type way. She was always making sure he wasn't over-working himself, that he was drinking enough water, eating enough calories per day.
"Yeah, he's fine. Last I heard, he hit 100k on Twitter."
"I have no idea what that means, but wow. That's great! Mazel Tov."
