fucktard {l.h}

weed

Luke's pov

         Opal and I walked along the old beaten up drive way, her hand in mine. Her eyes glowing at the sight of the piercing white Christmas lights that were around the house. It wasn't anywhere near Christmas, it was July actually.
         As we arrived to the door I started to unlock it but just to my luck, Michael had left it open. I was just hoping he wasn't having an affair or a party or something.
         I walked in first just to make sure. And of course, there was Michael, smoking weed on the couch with a bunch of unfamiliar people around him. I stood about 4 feet in front of him with my hands on my hips. Kind of like an upset mother. opal slowly trailed behind me and copied my actions.

"michaelll." I groaned, throwing my arms in the air, he put his blunt down and stared at me, than at opal, than back at me.
   "oh my god! that's the girl you've had a crush on since like 7th grade!!" he pointed at opal who was blushing and giggling next to me. I stared at her tight curls falling around her glasses, and than back at michael.
"she's staying here for a while. And she might even tell you why when your sober." I said and opal stared at me with confusion. no matter how much we might get sick of each other, she is not spending lonely nights in some over priced hotel room. Not on my watch.
           After yelling at Michael about how he's going to kill himself, Opal and I ran up the stairs and into my bedroom. She, immediately sitting on my bed, admiring all of the posters spread around my room. I was the first to say something.
    "so, what do you think is gonna happen?" I asked her, setting her suitcase next to my night stand, she looked at me with sad eyes, not saying anything. She was probably having a flashback to what had just happened.
        "well, I'm definitely not going back to him again. I'll probably get an apartment by myself and get a job.."
    "what do you mean again? " I asked her, sitting beside her.
       "well... uh... um you see he.. has-"
She said as tears started to pool up in her eyes. 
        "do you want to take a shower? Well like not with me but, you know like by yourself, but I don't want you to be by yourself all of the time-" I rambled on, that happened to make her smile a little.
       "I could use a shower." She said smiling, she grabbed three huge bottles from her suitcase, some clothes and a bag full of brushes and combs.
       "having black hair isn't so easy hemmings." She said smiling and than walking into the attached bathroom.

       After about 40 long minutes, I was sprawled out on my bed when opal came out with a white towel against her caramel brown body.
    "hemmings, can you slide me a shirt from my suitcase? Please?" She asked innocently. I ran to my closet, finding a random t shirt and sliding it under the door.
         She came out, combing her hair wearing my shirt- I. Grabbed. The. 5sos. Shirt. Shit.
       She smiled at me. "Didn't think you liked 5sos Lucas." She said with a devilish grin. I thought about cuddling with her short body. And than thought about life with her. If she fell for me, and lived together, did the dirty and maybe even get married. If only.
       Opal broke my concentration with her sudden outburst.
    "He abused me." She sighed
     " calum abused me and raped me."
    "He still does. Well did." She looked at the atl poster beside her. I was speechless. I didn't say anything, I just sat there like a statue. Say something damnit!
     "You can sleep with me tonight." I said, which sounded more like a demand than a question. She set her comb down, shut off the light and jumped on my bed.
      I can never hurt this girl. Never, she will be treated like she is everything. Like in the darkest night, she'll be the brightest light especially by my side. She will be my light, I'll give her everything.
     "explain your family to me" I said playing with her curls.
     "my biological dad, was black, he raped my mother at a party when she was 13. She was the little sister of the guy throwing the party, my uncle Thomas. And after what happened my biological father never spoke to my mother or i. When my mom was 18 she met my step dad, Brian.. he's a big asshole. He always wanted me to be perfect and he never let me actually see the world. And my shell grew soft, that's how I never left calum. Because he was the only thing that actually paid attention to me. So I wanted to never leave him." She stated, her eyes shut the whole time, she cuddled close to me since we were both on our backs staring at the ceiling fan.
     "Tell me a story hemmings. A happy story." She asked smiling slightly
   "Well you see here, when I was younger like really young, maybe 7th grade, I was new to the school, I didn't know anyone. But there was this one beautiful girl who stood out to me, her skin so smooth, her eyes so wide and dewy, her smile bright and wide, ear to ear almost.. I had fallen In love with her, the way she blocks out the world by listening to music . She say alone at lunch one day, so I finally came up with enough courage to sit by her.. except when I was walking up to her, I slipped on someone's  orange peel. Plunging to the ground, I had spilt the spaghetti sauce All over my white khakis. So I ran to the nurses office and didn't come out till the end of the day.-" I looked below me to see opal cuddling into my chest, so I took the chance to get closer to her.
         "Goodnight hemmings. I appreciate you." she stated groggily.
     "I appreciate you too opal."
and with that we both fell asleep.

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sooo? YeH opal is African American (like me!) because in every single fan fiction the character is white. any questions?

sotd: over and out / 5sos

             bye! <3