Paper Cuts | Luke Hemmings ✔

07. confrontations

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{A/N: I apoligize for my lack of updating. I've either had writer's block, or I've bee too tired. I'll try to update more.}

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With everyone else being busy, Luke wandered around town having nothing to do. He didn't want to stay at home by himself, so he went for a walk. After his encounter with Corrine, Luke seemed to be in a sour mood, and cranky. She got under his skin, and Luke couldn't explain why. All his life, he'd ignored her, called her names behind her back, and thought her to be a freak. He didn't pay much attention to her, unless him or the boys were ridiculing her, which sounds cruel, but it's true. However, now that she was friends with Lauren and Mali, Luke didn't know what to do about her. She just angered him greatly – another confusing mystery. She was a quiet girl, always doing her homework, and getting A's, and now, she was bitching back to his girlfriend. Where did the surge of confidence come from? He wonder to himself. Was it because she was tired of him? Or because Owen was now in school, and overprotective sister mode had been activated.

He turned left on the next block, and continued walking. He found himself heading in the direction of the park that wasn't far from his house. He spent a lot of time there growing up as a kid. The boys and him would kick a soccer ball back and forth for hours when they were younger. They played until the sky shone with stars, and their mothers had to drag them home by the collars on their shirts. Now that they were older, they didn't go there as much as they used to. Luke missed it almost. He missed how things used to be. Back when they didn't have to worry about anything in life, and they could just be kids. Life was much easier when you were twelve.

He kept his head down, kicking the stones he passed on the concrete ground. The sky had become darker since, but it was still light enough that the street lamps hadn't turned themselves on. Luke's foot lifted off the sidewalk, but an all too familiar laugh stopped him. Luke's head lifted slightly, and he smiled to himself. Luke changed directions, and made his way up towards the park.

There she was, running through the park with a smile on her face. Luke was about to call out his girlfriend's name, but something was off. A tall man, with dark brown hair, dressed in black jeans and a black shirt walked up behind her, spinning her around his arms. "Joey! Stop!" Amelia giggled. "Put me down!" Luke frowned, feeling the anger rise up in him. Joey set Amelia back on the ground, turning his around to face him. He approached them slowly.

"Hi, baby girl."

Luke stopped.

"Hey, babe."

Babe?

No. Luke thought. He must have heard her wrong. He had to.

"Did you miss me?"

"Yes."

"How much?"

"A lot."

"Show me." he demanded, and Luke's jaw clenched tightly as Amelia leaned in to kiss him. Her arms snacked around his neck, pulling him close. Luke was disgusted. His fists clenched by his side, and he growled.

"I love you." Joey murmured.

Don't say it back, Luke silently begged.

"I love you." she heard him say. "Forever and Always."

"Forever and always?" Luke snapped, startling the two. Amelia instantly pulled away from Joey, looking embarrassed and guilty all at once.

"Luke . . ." she began, "How long have you been standing there?" she asked.