crimes.

him.

him;

"What happened to just messing around?"

- Girls by The 1975

Running a hand through my hair, I slid myself out of bed. The girl beside me sound a sleep left me a chance to make my run for it. I slid the pair of pants laying on the floor back on and picked up my things that I had left next to the lamp yesterday. I stuffed my phone and ID into my back pocket before running my hand through my hair, trying my best to fix it. I turned my body to face the window, walking towards it, I lifted it open to find the screen in. Staples leaving marks into the painting and I knew that if I tried to take it out, it would take me a century.

Sighing, I took my next option. The front door downstairs seemed so far away and I had no idea if her parents were awake yet or not. Looking down to make sure my converse were tied, I began to make my way out of her room. Shutting the door behind me, I found her name carved into it. Hannah, it read. I shook my head before making my way down the stairs. My heavy feet made their way as quietly as possible down twenty so or more of them.

A sigh of relief left my lips as my eyes finally made contact with the front door. My feet began to pick up their pace as I traveled from the living room to the kitchen.

And that's where my morning did a whole back flip into regret.

"Who are you?" A man's scratchy voice spoke from the side of the kitchen. My feet stopped dead in their tracks as my head turned towards him.

"Well, uhm, so --"

"Were you with my daughter?" He asked, fury beginning to build up in his eyes.

"You know that would be an excellent question to ask your daughter, but I think I'm going to hit the road." I scrambled my last words before running for the front door. Taking huge steps, I flew my hands forward for the door knob, and before I knew it the door swung open and the sunshine hit my face.

"You wait right there young man!" The man behind me, wild guess it's her father, yelled at me. I ignored his commands and began to run faster. The big steps took me over the gate and to the front lawn of their neighbors, where I could finally stop and catch my breath.

Catching my breath, I begin to walk to home where I knew my parents would end up blowing up on me for walking out, as usual. But by now, I was use to it.

It all started out when I told them I was going to study and they believed me. I ended up lying ot them more often than usual and before I knew it, I was just a gigantic lie to myself. My family finally figured out after a while what I was actually doing and tried to hold me back from doing anything more, but I'm almost eighteen. I should be able to do whatever I want.

"Luke?" My mother's voice echoed to the kitchen as of where I stood, "is that you?"

"Maybe," I hummed walking swinging myself around the corner and going to my room. Shutting the door behind me, I walked towards my mirror. My hair was sticking up in multiple places, my eyes beat red, and dark bags were underneath my eyes. Fixing my hair, I began to look around for a pair of my ray bans.

Not having any luck, I grabbed a sweatshirt off my bed and put it on. Zipping up the front and throwing my hood up, I made sure my hair was looking okay, before walking back downstairs. My mother sat at the kitchen's Island now, biting into an apple. Her head turned towards me as the stair creaked underneath my foot.

"Oh, Lucas," My mother cried, placing the apple down and walking towards me. She reached for my hood, but I flinched back, shaking my head at her motions.

"Don't," I growled, my mother's eyes went from sorrow to worry. Her eyebrows furrowing as her arms went back to her sides.

"What happened?" She asked quietly. I tried my best to avoid eye contact with her as she stared directly into mine. "What has happened to my little boy?"

"He grew up," I replied a bit too loudly. My mother jumped back at the sound of my voice, I had to admit it kinda of took me back too. I could no longer watch my mother suffer with the words I shouted at her, so I pushed her away and walked for the front door. "Don't even try to call me tonight," I whispered before I left.

Stepping on to the lawn, I watched as the grass slowly turned into cement. My old, beat up converse slowly began to untie themselves as I walked further and further. The sound of a small pebble pouncing off the sidewalk over and over again filled my ears, and it certainly wasn't from me. Looking up, my eyes slowly met with a familiar girl. Her tinted red hair that was pulled up in a high ponytail swung back and forth behind her as her leather jacket held her tight.

Our eye contact fell as she looked back down at her worn out combat boots. She continued to kick the pebble and passed me as if our eyes connecting mean't nothing. I mean it didn't mean anything. It was just eye contact. I did that with everyone and I forgot about them.

"Stupid," I whispered to myself as I continued to walk forward, looking for a new adventure tonight.

Something that would make me regret my decisions in the future.

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a/n okay so this is like a filler so we can get to know lucas' character better. he comes off sarcastic in the beginning and touchy / insecure later, but dont worry i know where im going for each character.

i hope you liked it though. its crappier than before, i realize that, but bare with me.

next chapter up next week. : )

- A