I woke up, my eyes taking their time to adjust to the light the crept through the blinds; what a moment, if only everything was that easy. I got up, pulling the duvet off of me as I made my way bare-foot over to the en-suite connected to my room. Looking at myself in the mirror, I could clearly see the misery hidden within my eyes.
My mind flashed back to the events of the day before yesterday. Jack, the storm; Brooklyn and the kiss. Soon after it, I felt a strange sensation within me: like I didn't really want it. Thinking about it, dating-well, sort of dating-Brooklyn meant having to put up with living in the limelight even more so than I already did. It meant putting myself in front of the cameras, acting as if I actually wanted it all.
After I had gotten myself ready, I decided to text Ollie to see if he wanted to hang out. He liked the idea, and said he had something to talk about anyway. Curious as to what it could be, I decided to quickly eat breakfast. Mum and Dad asked questions about why I was eating so fast, which only made it longer in the end.
"Luna, you need to slow down sweetheart." Dad remarked, sitting opposite me with of cup of coffee in his hands, his eyebrows furrowed my way.
"I'm fine Dad, I just need to get somewhere as quick as possible." I replied, taking a few more bites into my toast, finishing it, and starting on the next one.
"And where is that somewhere? Honey, we need to talk to you about something." Mum further questioned, leaning back against the kitchen worktop side. Miles just continued to eat, clearly in his own world.
"Can't the chat wait? I really need to speak to Ollie about something, it seems urgent."
"So is this."
"Mum, Dad, I promise to be back as quickly as I can, we can talk later." After I had taken the last bite into my toast, I ran towards the door, grabbing my jacket along the way.
Once outside, I pace-walked my way to Notting Hill Arts Club, knowing Ollie had asked to meet near there. He had told me he lived near Bayswater tube station, which wasn't really too far from where we, and Brooklyn for that matter, lived. Brooklyn lived considerably closer to Ollie, though.
Anyway, once I had reached our meeting point, I noticed I couldn't actually see Ollie anywhere. It turned out that I had walked right past him, as he was in Subway ordering something when I walked past. Luckily he spotted me when he walked out.
"Hey Luna!" He said, holding his Chicken Tikka Sub in his hands.
"Hey Ollie, what's up?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows at him; his eyes held the same misery as mine.
"Oh nothing important, just family issues." He tried to wave it off, taking a bit into his meal, but I knew I had to be there for him; he was a friend after all.
"Come on, you can tell me. I'm your friend, remember?" I iterated, taking a glance around us to see if anyone had actually spotted me yet. Being seen with Ollie may have been a bad thing, the media already thought I had two love interests, and Brooklyn and I had been the main talk as of late, but right then, that could have easily changed.
"Well," Ollie struggled at first to continue, "my parents found out about my sexuality. Someone tipped them off and when they confronted me this morning, I was paralysed. I-I really didn't expect them to react the way they did, but they kind of asked me to leave the house until later this evening to discuss 'things'. So now I'm trying to take my mind off of their reaction until later. That's why I got myself this bad boy meal." Ollie laughed, rocking his head back and forth just a little before taking another bite into his sub, or as he called it 'this bad boy meal'.
"That's odd." Was all I could really get out though, not really knowing how to process what he said. I don't think it's ever been like that before. Usually parents either are homophobic, or they aren't. You can't really discuss whether you're not your child likes the same sex, it just is what it is!
"Yeah! It is! Anyway, how about you? How are things for you?" He questioned back, finishing off his sub pretty quickly after asking. I thought about telling him my whole dilemma of my brain conflicting with my heart, and when it came to it I thought about our friendship. I trusted him enough.
"I'm just having a slight issue. You know, that typical one of brain versus heart? You see I want to be with Brooklyn, but I hate the way that would put me in front of a camera even more so than I already have to. I hate being in front of the camera! I mean why would anyone want to be? And don't even get me started on those hooligans behind them. They frustrate me so much! Capturing the moment? More like ruining it." I sighed distastefully, wishing I could escape to the country or somewhere no one knew me, somewhere I could go just to keep myself away from the society of today. Ollie looked in shock at me, his mouth looked like it was about to drop off.
"Luna, you really should be more careful with what you say; and I'm sure you don't mean any of it right?" He questioned, looking me dead straight in the eye.
"Of course I mean it, why wouldn't I mean it? Photographers and attention seekers who love to be in front of the camera are just plain stupid. It's such a waste." Ollie seemed to want to face-palm at this point, clearly not agreeing with me. I understood why though, he didn't really see things the way I did; I mean, I don't think anyone would. I guess I had just not really thought differently about things; and I always seemed to want to find the negatives in everything.
"Luna look," Ollie seemed to be agitated with my response, I could tell by the tone of his voice, which became a lot more stern, "I know you won't realise it now, but you're going to have to take some real time sorting out the way you think, especially considering how many people you could be hurting by these words if they ever got out. My lips are sealed, just because we're friends, but I have a really bad feeling that what you've said, you will regret sometime in the near future. I'm going to go, I promised one of my friends I'd meet up with them at Sloane Square, which means using the underground." Giving a quick hug before leaving, Ollie left me to think about what he said, which only confused me even more.
I decided to head back home myself, only now more anxious about the 'chat' me and my parents were supposed to have. I knew I regretted one thing at that moment; and that was deciding to completely blow them off to talk to a friend about a relationship that may have not even been real in the first place.
A/N: Yes, I know. Luna is not exactly a great character right now, feel free to rant about her haha.
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