hold me down [badlands]

hold me down [muke au]

album: BADLANDS by HALSEY
track: (2.) HOLD ME DOWN

Fucking support group, was all Luke could think.

The sleeves of her sweater were pulled down all the way to the middle of her hands where her fingers were clenched tight around the hems. The room was quiet, the fluorescent lights blazing the fuck down and making her eyes hurt. She bit her lip, taking a seat on one of the chairs making up a circle in the centre of the room.

There were a few other people present already, but Luke didn't feel like talking to anyone. She sat there cross-legged on the uncomfortable plastic chair for a while more, just watching the long hand on the clock tick and tick and tick, until finally it was nine in the morning. People had begun filing in more frequently since about ten minutes ago, and by the time it was five past nine, the chairs around her had been filled with people of all size and colour.

On Luke's right was a Hispanic girl who looked -and smelled- like she was definitely high. She was picking at her brightly coloured nails and humming songs by The Beatles. On her left was an empty seat, thank the heavens. Luke decided that she wasn't going to pay attention to anyone else; it was taking too much energy to be awake and functioning in the first place. She'd taken her medicine way too late the night before, and so she was still a little drowsy.

Rubbing at her eyes, Luke groaned and looked up from her lap to stretch her neck, which was growing stiff, and. Fuck. Holy shit. Oh, my god.

Staring right back at her, all the way across the circle, was the most beautifully striking pair of green eyes Luke had ever seen. They belonged to a girl with platinum blonde hair wearing a Nirvana shirt and bubblegum popped across her pouted lips. She was looking at Luke with a faint smile and an inquisitive arched eyebrow.

Luke checked behind herself to make sure that the girl was actually looking at her, and not somebody else. When she looked back up across the circle, Green Eyes was nodding slowly, like she was confirming the thought. Luke blushed.

Blushed.

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Twenty five minutes into the session and Luke was falling asleep. By then the meds had worn off, but the sheer boredom of the situation was driving her insane. When the words 'tea break' and 'ten minutes' rang through the air, Luke couldn't have been more glad. She sat up straight, stretching her arms out above her head and her legs in front of her.

"Hi."

Luke jumped, making a little chirping sound akin to that of a surprised cat. Green Eyes was on the chair beside her, legs swinging under the seat and eyes fucking sparkling. "H-Hey," Luke stuttered, biting her lower lip. She didn't know why she was so nervous, but, well, she was.

"I'm Michael."

"Luke. Hemmings. Uh, L-Luke Hemmings," Luke stuttered stupidly, sure that her face was turning a hundred shades of red. "I, um, like your shirt."

Michael rolled her eyes, "Please tell me you know another song besides 'Smells Like Teen Spirit'."

"'Come As You Are' is my favourite," Luke grinned, resisting the urge to stare at Michael.

Both girls looked up with disdain written all over their faces when the support group was called to resume. Michael got up, beginning to head to her original seat when Luke gathered the courage to reach out and take her wrist.

"Sit with me? Please? I-If you wanna, I mean."

The smile Michael gave her, wrinkles by her eyes and all, was worth everything. She plopped back onto the seat beside Luke, where she'd been, and slung an arm around Luke's shoulders. Luke wanted to scream with childish joy. Instead, she smiled and leaned against Michael's shoulder.