I Knew You Were Trouble ⇔ Muke ✓

Call Me The Breeze

Warning: THIS IS SUCH A FILLER but i'll update again soon !!

LUKE

Doc's room is quiet, for once unbothered by any clients. It's been nonstop busy for the last couple of weeks, but I can't say I don't like the internship, regardless of how time consuming it is. It's been interesting to see the many fighters that come in all bruised up and bloody, but their pride is unscathed. I can't imagine fighting for a living, but I'm not one to judge.

The air is cold, and I pull my jacket tighter over my arms. I organize a few medicine cabinets that got disorganized throughout the day, reading the labels and putting them in their correct spots. Everything is quiet, Doc working silently in the corner.

As I am finishing up, my phone starts buzzing in my pocket. I pull it out and look at the caller ID, and then I grimace.

"Hey Mum," I mumble, closing my eyes and leaning against the wall.

"Luke," my mother says, voice crisp. "How is the internship?"

I narrow my eyes. "Fine." My mother doesn't call unless she has something to say. She's not one for small talk.

"Good, good," she says, her voice drifting off for a moment. The two of us stay silent for a minute, both equally awkward. We don't talk much, never have and probably never will.

"Anyway Luke, I was wondering if perhaps you had found your soulmate yet?" my mother asks. Ah, so this was the reason for her call. I let out a sigh as I prepare for her reaction.

"No, I have not," I tell her. There's a silence on the other end, and then I hear release a breath of disappointment. I can imagine her shaking her head.

"Well are you ever going to?" my mother asks, growing impatient. I frown grumpily and hang up on her. I'm not in a good enough mood to put up with her today.

I shove my phone back in my pocket, huffing unhappily. As though I need reminding. I turn around and see Doc looking at me, a knowing smile on his face. He puts down his pen and clears his throat.

"You want a lunch break?" Doc asks, leaning his elbows against the table. I sigh, and turn around to grab my stuff from the corner.

"Thanks," I say, and Doc resumes his work as I slip out the door. Walking down the corridor towards the exit, I try and ignore the aftertaste of my mother's disappointment.

My entire life has revolved around the act of disappointing my mother. In her eyes, I'm nothing more than a blonde boy that she conceived, no more ties than that. She had high expectations for me earlier on in my life, and as I failed to complete them, she pulled away. I used to blame myself for everything, getting lost in the mess of my head in my effort to sort things out. It wasn't until later on that I realized it was her, not me. It's not my fault that I couldn't live up to the unrealistic ideas that she thought I would grow up to be. The only reason I'm still in contact with her at all is because of this internship and medical school. She's paying for it, and she likes the idea of having a doctor for a son.

My family is the kind of family that acts like they have loads of money, but really doesn't. Both my parents work, although they tell their friends that they only do it for fun. Meanwhile, they're spending money on lavishing cars and huge houses while they are barely scraping by for anything else. Including medical school. I just have to get through these years of being a medical student so that I can get a real job and start earning a salary. I need that. My family isn't much of a family, but it's enough that I want to help them out a bit once I can.

Either way, it's no secret that my mother looks down on me because I haven't found my soulmate yet. I'm twenty one, entering the medical field that keeps me cooped up inside a building all day, no way of meeting anybody else that isn't a doctor or a nurse. Most other people find their soulmate around the age of sixteen or seventeen, all the way up to they are about twenty. I'm a year past, and I've yet to find him. I don't understand what I've done to deserve being alone for so long, but I must have done something, because here I am.

I push open the doors to exit the building, wincing at the sudden amount of sunlight falling over me. I squint as I walk out, closing the door behind me. I stuff my hands into the pockets of my scrubs and start walking towards the main street.

It's fairly warm out today, and I'm thankful that my uniform has short sleeves. My feet step over gravel or grass as I reach the sidewalk, the streets slightly busy but not too much. I start walking down the line of restaurants and cafés, eyeing the buildings to see which one looks even a bit appealing. I'm not hungry, but I want to get my mind off my mother.

I find a small restaurant on the edge of town, only a five minute walk from the hospital. I step inside, the door dinging as I do. It's not too busy inside, so I grab myself a small table in the back and sit down tiredly. Looking up, I clench my jaw when I see the number of couples in the restaurant. It's almost taunting, the way everyone else seems to have found their soulmate while I'm still left in the dust. Whoever my soulmate might be, he must be going to a huge deal of trouble trying to stay away from me.

A waitress comes over, smiling. "Can I get you anything?"

"Just coffee, please," I say softly. The girl nods and leaves. I lean my elbows against the table, resting my chin in my palm. Maybe this is how it will be for the rest of my life. Could it be so bad?

The door dings again, and I half-heartedly glance up. Three figures walk in, one of them immediately out of sight as they walk straight towards the bar, invisible behind the cover of other people. The other two walk near me, sitting down at a table not very far away. One of the boys looks familiar, and I'm trying to put my finger on it when the boy looks up and meets my eye, smile growing on his face.

"Hey, you're the cute guy that gave me stitches a few weeks ago!" the man says. I finally recognize him as Ashton, my first client with Doc. I smile gently.

"That's me," I say, eyeing the very faint scar above his eye. "Is it healing nicely?"

"Incredibly," Ashton says cheerfully. Just then, the waitress brings over my coffee, secure in a to-go cup. I thank her and stand up from my seat, bringing my coffee with me as I head up to the front of the restaurant. I pass Ashton as I do.

"It's lovely to see you," I tell him, eyeing both Ashton and the tan, dark haired boy that sits beside him. They sit close together, Ashton's arm around the boy's happily. They both nod, and I keep walking until I walk straight out of the restaurant.

Maybe I'm just one of those people that end up never finding their soulmate, or never having one in the first place. Maybe this is just my destiny, and I've just been too arrogant to realize it. I can't help but want to meet my soulmate, to kiss insanely and be struck with love like the power of a thousand moons. I want to be able to grow old with someone to the point where I forget everything else but my soulmate's name, and I want to feel the electricity between our touch as though the world might drop dead by the intensity of our impossible love.

But maybe that fate just isn't for me.

---
A/N: alright frands sorry for this uninteresting chapter but I promise the next chapter will definitely be more interesting ;)

so do any of you have any pets??? I really love pets please tell me all about yours if you have them

i have two dogs, one's a basset hound and one's a yorkshire terrier :)

so anyway yes thank you so much for reading and if you are actually still here after that long hiatus I took then I love you oh so much. please vote & comment if you wanna and i will see you soon because i'm getting my updates back on track!

alright i love you bye