I carried on for the rest of my day, happy thoughts of Luke Hemmings and our convosation. The boy I do infact love, now knows of my existence in the world.
It was now closing up to 11pm now, I finished listening to Goodnight Moon by Go Radio, turning my laptop off and putting my phone on charge. Taking off the remains of that days makeup, which was now crazy and smudged with me rubbing my eyes. I pulled the duvet back and slipped into bed, shutting off the light and lying down. Settling into a dream of a blonde haired boy coming and rescuing me out of this cold, British life.
Waking up at 9:30am feeling refreshed after a reasonably deep slumber to my parents screaming at each other again walking out my room to find my dad carrying a bag full of his clothes. I guess he's the one moving out then. My mum certainly can't afford this house on her own, so I guess we'll be moving too. How fun.
'IT'S A BIT EARLY TO BE FIGHTING ALREADY DON'T YOU THINK' I bellow through the house. I slip on my blue hoodie and pad down the stairs to greet my parents to tell them to shut the fuck up. 'Do you guys wanna just shut up? you're getting a divorce, you don't have to put up with each other for much longer, so be glad of that and stop fucking arguing i'm sick of it' I rant. The pair look guilty, but only momentarily as my dad picks two bags up, the car keys and his phone, walking out the door and most probably not looking back. 'Well that's the arguing sorted out' my mum says.
I roll my eyes, grunt and head up back to my room. I turn my laptop on and go on twitter, as I do every Sunday morning. a quick tweet saying 'and now my dad packs a bag and leaves' is sent out to my followers. I put on my usual playlist consisting of Paramore, Blink 182, The Ramones, Green Day, Go Radio, A Day To Remember, All Time Low and We The Kings. Singing along to all the words from ' I got your picture I'm coming with you, dear Maria, count me in. There's a story at the bottom of this bottle.' to ' Think of me when you're out, when you're out there, I'll beg you nice on my knees' while scrolling through my twitter feed. Basically what the majority of my Sundays involve.
I see my inbox light up with a small 1 next to it, a subliminal thought of hoping it's Luke again, shimmers through my mind, heart and soul. Joined by a tribe of butterflies taking flight through the pit of my stomach. Shaking away naïve girl who thinks Luke would talk to her again, I click on the envelop, leading to my inbox.
My whole body feels as thought it does a 360 flip when I see that the message is Luke. Once again he'd seen my tweet, this time about my dad leaving. 'Hey Eve, you alright? I seen your tweet about your dad.. must've been horrible seeing him leave.' I feel my eyes brighten reading that Luke had sent me this, that he actually cares about me. ' Hey, yeah I'm fine. A little sad I suppose but I'm not to bothered about him leaving, no more arguments to wake up to anymore, big relief! thank you for asking Luke. How are you today?' Before I knew it 2 hours had past of basically none stop messaging with Luke. Luke Hemmings of 5 Seconds of Summer. We left the convosation on a high, him promising to talk to me tomorrow when he has the chance, as he's travelling somewhere secret that will be announced when they land. Beginning to feel the blossom of what could be a new, distant friendship on the horizion.
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Yours Truly, Luke x
Fanfiction'One day I'll tell the story of how he saved me.' I thought to myself, and so I have. 'One day I'll tell the world, how I pushed her to this, and saved her just in time' He thought.
