drive ♢ muke ✔️

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they finally let me out.

i miserably press myself against the glass window and allow my breath to fog up the glass. in the murky haze, i trace out a heart.

i look to my side and calum's humming peacefully to himself. he looks so alive and happy, like nothing can bring him down. his neck is lined with hickeys but he shows them off with pride.

i bet this is vivian's doing.

i jealously stare at calum. he's driving so at ease. i look down when i come to the realization that i won't be driving myself for a while now.

"why are you looking so glum? you finally left that shit hole, you can eat real food now." calum attempts to brighten up the situation.

i sulk but i can't find a reason to be angry with the kiwi boy. "yeah, whatever." i mutter defeatedly.

i wish that it was luke driving me instead but he's busy at work. probably suspending more licenses and ruining more lives.

"so uh, who's the blondie? he's quite a looker if you ask me. i mean, he's got nothing on vivian but he's still pretty cute." calum smirks, giving me a sly stare.

i'm sure calum only said that to cool the air, maybe even spark a conversation. unfortunately, he does the complete opposite. i squish myself to the car door and try my hardest to keep luke out of my mind.

"the blondie is a psycho killer, you don't wanna talk about him," i lie quietly, just to end the brief conversation.

i drift off into la-la land again. it's currently being inhabited by luke, he can't seem to leave my mind. his dazzling blue eyes and tousled blond hair. his luscious pink lips and cute little dimples. the way he laughs stupidly and the way he would moan so throatily. the way he kissed me with such passion and held me with so much love.

fuck, i'm in too deep.

"you should call him. you know, make sure he knows your alright and out of the hospital." calum coughs awkwardly.

"and why on earth would i do that?" i ask harshly, my eyes narrowing into tiny little slits.

calum sighs before looking at me with his warm brown eyes. "look, you're my best friend. i know you. i can tell that you're dying to talk to him so you better go call him or i'll call him instead."

i stare at calum; it seems like he knows me better than i know myself.

it's what my heart has been yearning for all week. luke hasn't visited me again since i yelled at him, i miss the sound of his voice. his smell; his touch; his everything.

i pull out my phone that's on the verge of death but i still call luke. it rings a few times but he picks up eventually.

"hey," i say softly.

"michael?" luke's strong voice replies doubtfully.

just the sound of him nearly makes me break down. i miss him, even if it has only been a week.

"that's me," i joke weakly.

"are you okay? why are you calling?" luke asks, sounding extremely worried. it seems like his mind has gone straight to the worst possible situations.

"nothing's wrong. i just wanted to tell you that i'm out of the hospital." i tell him, holding the phone gingerly.

"oh. that's nice." luke states plainly, obviously confused about why i'm calling over such a ridiculous reason.

"yeah. well, i was just wondering if you're not too busy, can we hang out?" i ask, sounding too excited for my own good.

"you don't hate me?" luke asks, sounding stunned.

"i've decided that you took away my license for a good reason. i don't hate you, the opposite really." i shrug my shoulders, even though i know he can't see me.

"that's great to hear," luke says, relief thick in his deep voice. from the tone of his voice, i can only assume that he's grinning widely.

"so can you come over? i miss you," i say, hoping that i don't sound too desperate.

"yeah, of course i can. give me an hour though, i'm still on duty. but i'll see you as soon as work ends." luke says.

"okay. i'll see you then, officer pickle." i smile.

"of course baby."