Attention Seeker // Luke Hemmings au

Chapter Five // Diana

"Diana? Are you in here?" A voice that deep could only be Percy's. I'm not sure if I'm ready to face him yet. Yes, I've decided, I'm a terrible person. Yes, my brother possibly knows my best friend better than I do. No, that does not mean I can hold it against him that said friend is now dead. "Dianaaa." He pokes his head in through the doorway, his gaze flickering around the room until it lands on me.

I swipe any leftover tears from my eyes, careful not to mess up my eyeliner. "P-Percy?" I take a deep breath, not even bothering to look up. I straighten my posture in my seat next to Ciel's bed. Despite what the doctor said, I've been in here for an hour and he has yet to come for Ciel's... He's yet to come for Ciel. One last shudder racks through my body, and then I'm forced to pull myself together. "Hey," is the best response I can think of.

"Well, hey." He's next to me in an instant, slinging an arm around my shoulders. "The doctor told me what was up. I'm sorry I took so long, but he said I should give you some space." The light in his eyes makes me uneasy. It's that same cautious awkwardness that he had when I came back from therapy camp. It's like I'm a ticking time bomb waiting to blow in five... four... "You're a good person, Diana. I know how hard you tried to be there for him." ... three... two... "Sometimes, people are just too far gone." .. One.

"Shut the flying fuck up." I jerk away from him, beyond pissed off. I stand up abruptly, taking a large step away from my older brother. "What did you know about Ciel? You barely spoke to him! You're such a fucking judgmental asshole. I can't believe you would even go as far as to--"

"You know what, Diana?" When I look him in the eye, he looks even more angry than I feel--if that's possible. But beyond the anger, there's something else... Is that grief? "Why don't you sit the fuck down and listen for once in your life? Because you might be smart, but you don't know shit." Percy's a little scary when he's angry, but I don't back down.

"I don't know shit? Percy, I tutored you in Algebra for three years!" My voice rises with every word. "What the actual fuck do you know about my best friend that I didn't?" He's an idiot, my brother. I can't even comprehend why he would think he knows more about my best friend than I do. Maybe he was dropped on his head more times than I thought... or hey, maybe he's drunk.

"Lots." His voice is softer now, and I know it's because he no longer cares about what I think. He's tired and just wants to go home. "I mean, you've known this boy for about four and a half years now... but what do you really know about him? Do you know his favourite color? His favourite band? His favourite TV show? Diana, do you even know the name of the last person he dated?" 

I roll my eyes. "All of those questions are irrelevant. They're not what really matter. Anyway, I know all of them. His favourite color is forest green, he thinks Hot Chelle Rae is the best thing to happen since Converse, his favourite show is The X Factor--US edition, and the last person he dated..." Wait, who was the last person he dated? Now that I think about it, Ciel never mentioned much about his love life. Not since sixth grade when we played Spin the Bottle at Michael Clifford's house (a popular eighth grader at the time) and he had to kiss some random seventh grader who never spoke to him again... "Lisa Howell," I remember suddenly, a smile spreading across my lips. "He took her to the formal last year."

"Wrong," he says simply, an infuriating smirk on his lips.