cake oneshots || book two

All I Have To Do Is Dream

Credit: antisocialhood

Lol I put this in the first book by accident whoops

There's a rant at the end and all I'm gonna say is if you like arzaylea don't read it. And I promise, just so I don't upset anyone, I'll try to be as nice about it as I can.

Not edited. I'll probably go back later and edit

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Luke's four years old when his older brother, Jack, who's six at the time, gets his first letter. It's small, scratched into his wrist awkwardly, but still the prettiest 'L' Luke has ever seen. He sits with Jack on the couch and watches cartoons until dinner.

It's a party now that Jack's finally gotten his first letter and Luke's absolutely thrilled. He'd missed Ben's first letter by a year and a half, and though only four letters decorated his wrist, it wasn't the same as watching the first work its way into Jack's skin.

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The pediatrician Luke goes to says he's a late bloomer, that he'll get his letter soon. He's seven years old and doesn't understand why all of his friends are tattooed while his wrist stays bare. It's not fair, he hasn't done anything wrong, why is he being punished? There are no answers besides time, and Luke has plenty of that.

He eats his breakfast with his brothers and looks at his mum's wrist. His fathers name is scrawled out messily on his wrist but it looks like home, like a missing piece to his mothers otherwise structured being.

"When will I get my first letter?" Luke wiggles a loose tooth and scrapes his fork against his half empty plate. He loves French Toast Friday's but his mind has been raking over the year he's spent bare.

His dad sighs and puts his newspaper down. Luke expects a lecture, the third this week for bringing up a subject his parents didn't know how to explain. His tooth falls out into his hand and he tastes blood.

"My tooth came out." He says, holding up the bloodied baby tooth.

Jack laughs and ruffles his brothers hair. "You shouldn't rush things, kiddo." It's teasing and light but strikes home with Luke's persistence about his missing letter.

He doesn't question it again that morning and tucks his tooth under his pillow before going to school. His dad drives Jack and him to school, and Jack walks him to his class.

"One day you'll find your soulmate." Jack says, stopping Luke from going inside his classroom. The younger boy sighs. He's heard this line far too many times to believe it anymore. One day wasn't now and that wasn't good enough.

Luke pouts all day and gets in trouble for his attitude. He plays on the swings with his friend, Michael, after lunch and tries hard to not stare at the 'S' on the older boys wrist.

"Do you want to come over this weekend?" Michael asks, scuffing his feet in the damp wood chips. "I got a new Lego set."

He's got a toothy smile also, two bottom's missing and one in the front on top. His smile is still breathtaking and Luke wishes he had an 'S' in his name.

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It's twelve o'clock, three days after Luke's thirteenth birthday and his wrist burns. He sits up in bed and turns on the bedside lamp.

The burn passes and fades into nothing, and Luke turns the light out. Another false alarm. Michael talked about his wrist burning when he got a new letter, like a tingling sensation that you wanted to scratch away.

"My wrist burned last night," Luke says as his mum packs his lunch. She hums and cuts his sandwich in half before putting it in a ziplock bag.

"Did it?" She asks.