Amnesia (Luke Hemmings fan-fic)

Chapter 11

We arrive at Blackhorse and Val gets my wheelchair and puts me in it. She pushes me inside and Luke automatically sees us. "Hey, I forgot my wallet." I say smiling. "What color is it?" He says smiling back. "Uh. Black I think, I don't remember honestly..." Looking down at my lap. "Yeah. You left it." He says handing it to me. "How long do you have to h e it on?" "Six weeks. And I can't go up to my room, so that's gonna be fun." I say sarcastically. "Why?" "Go up, key words. I have stairs." I say taking my hair out of the fishtail braid. "I could help you. After all, it kinda is my fault." He says looking at his feet. "Uh. Okay.." Then in write down my address on a napkin. "When do you get off work?" I ask handing him the napkin. "Now." He says smiling. "Oh. Well, I'm headed to my house if you just wanna follow." I say grinning. "Hopefully my mom isn't there." I stop smiling. "She probably won't. She's probably drunk with some guy." Val says patting my shoulder. "Probably." Luke clears his throat. "I'll explain when we get to my house." I say giving him a blank expression. Val pushes me outside and Luke helps me into the seat. He's really strong. He gets int his car and Val puts the wheel chair up and starts the car. We go to my house. I open my door and Val puts the wheelchair next to the door. I plop down into it and wheel myself toward the door. We go inside and I wheel myself to the couch. I stand up on my good foot and sit on the couch. "Yup, she's not here." Val says closing the door behind her. Luke stands by the couch, "it's okay to sit down." I say laughing. He takes a seat next to me, awkwardly. "My dad died two years ago. My mom handled it well, I didn't. He was the only one that understood me. When he died you guys started your band. I began listening to your music and then I fell in love with your band.." I say tearing up. "Oh god. I'm sorry..." He pulls me into a hug.