Fly // 5sos au

08

You promised me that you wouldn’t cut yourself anymore. You’ve kept your promise before, but just to let you you know, I’ll always be watching. I’ll never be a rock. You always fought for me, and I’ll return

We ended up cuddling on the carpet next to the toilet-I know romantic- but it wasn’t awkward at all. His arms were around me, and I couldn’t tell if he was holding me to protect me, or didn’t want let go. I was just enjoying his warmth, I guess. Being with Luke was easy. My mother never held me, saying that affection was deception. We didn’t have to tell the stories behind our scars, yet. We didn’t have to talk, we could just sit.

At school there were these girls who just pinch and pinch and pinch just to hear your life story. They were information suckers, waiting for the perfect time to use it against you. My mother was like a crab. Luke didn’t ask questions. He didn’t pity me either.

“I won’t be a rock,” Luke pressed his lips to my hair. I smiled at the thought; I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I won’t be an anchor,” I replied, closing my eyes. Umbrellas are better; Rocks and anchors are animated objects. They don’t protect you at all, they just pull you down. For an umbrella to work, someone has to hold it. It’s a two person job; therefore you’d never be alone. You can use them in the light and the dark…In the sun or rain.

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I woke up the next morning to pounding on the door. Luke woke up, wiping his eyes. He eyed me putting a finger to my lips, smirking. He stood up, pulling me up with him. Luke turned the faucet on, opened the mirror cabinet, and stuck a red tooth brush in my hand. He went over to the door, opening it to a groggy Calum.

“Aurora?” He inquired, his eyebrows curled like he didn’t understand.

“I was getting her a toothbrush,” He brushes it off, itching his sweater. The arm filled with his scars from last night.

“Wanna go out to breakfast?” Calum suggested, now walking toward the kitchen.

“Yes please,” I said, mocking a robot. Luke muttered a sure, before closing the door. He lifted up his sweater, and took of his bandages, the dry blood sticking to it like honey on a tree. I ignored it, and put toothbrush under the sink, applying tooth paste as well. He rolled his sleeve down again, and nodded. He left.

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Getting Michael and Ashton out of bed was awful. Michael had this terrible morning breath, and as I was about to pour water over Ashton’s face to wake him up, he stuffed my face into his armpits. I volunteered Calum to wake them up for now on.

Luke sat in the front, and Calum drove again. I sat on the left seat, next to Ashton who was next to Michael. They all had oddball conversations, except Luke. He hasn’t talked to me since lending me a toothbrush, and talked to the boys maybe twice the entire car ride. He was still out of it, and so was I. I couldn’t get the shadows of his hands off me, not knowing if I liked it or not. I enjoyed knowing Luke was someone I could be with when I was being rained on, but I didn’t want him or myself to think just because we kissed meant we were dating or had something going on. I knew I wanted to date him, but it was just a dream, because he would never date me. It seemed like he was avoiding me, so I decided to do the same; didn’t want to be clingy.

After about five minutes of pointless 7 year old babble about Pokémon, we arrived at iHop. I was worried about not knowing what to get, again. I’ve never had breakfast food, unless you count the saint Patrick day green bagels that my 2nd grade classmates used to give me.

My mother only bought home-style Campbell chicken soup, because if you had soup, there was no reason to eat other foods. Apparently, soup has the ‘important’ foods, like chicken, grains, and vegetables. She would keep it in this tall, locked glass cabinet. The devil would open it at 6 every night, and close it at 6:30. If I missed the deadline, I would not eat; not forgetting all those times she forgot to open it. When I got a job, I started to buy food at the cafeteria at school, but it was never breakfast or ice-cream.

We sat down at a blue booth; I was squeezed between the boys I sat with in the car with Calum and my umbrella facing us. Luke and I were face to face, but he didn’t bother look at him. Maybe I look better in the dark. Maybe his menu is just really fascinating. Maybe I’m just boring.

I sighed, looking at my menu with little knowledge. Everybody knows what a pancake is, or a waffle, I just didn’t know what it tasted like.

A gorgeous waitress came to our table, with bright blue eyes and striking blonde hair. I thought the boys would be all over her, but they glared heavily, except Calum, who appeared to be hiding behind the menu.

“Calum?” She grumbled in disbelief, “Who’s that whore?”

“She’s not a whore,” Luke looked up at the waitress, and stuck the middle finger at her. She rolled her eyes before looking me up and down. I wore a black hoodie, leggings, and flip flops. I didn’t think I looked slutty, unfashionable and ugly sure, but not revealing or desperate. I glanced at her work shirt, purposely cut to show more cleavage, and tried not to judge. But we’re all humans.

“She’s my sister calm down,” Calum peered up from his menu, almost growling.

“Oh…”, her bottom lip slanted, “Are you guys ready to order?”

“Are you ready to apologize?” Luke sneered, grabbing my hand under the table.

“For what?” Her quirky, innocent,  Aussie accent pecked. 

(She's a bitcch btw letting you know

but so is Luke tbh

might double update idk

snow day yay 

alrightyy

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