Self-Defined (Punk Luke Hemmings)

two.

Sullivan's Point of View:

Once Ada and I arrived home, I immediately ran up to my room without saying a word to my father, and plopped down onto my bed. I can't believe that on my first day of school, I made and lost the same friend. I am officially the world's biggest screw up. I groaned and sat back up, removing my empty messenger bag from my shoulder and throwing it aside. The only thing that enlightened my mood at the moment was the fact that I had no homework to do. 

I stood and placed a full box of clothes on my bed then started dumping everything out on the clean surface. I put all of my shirts, sweaters and jumpers on hangers and hung them on the racks in my closet, soon folding and laying them in an empty slot in my dresser. I heard a faint knock on my door, followed by the soothing voice of my father's,

"Hey Sully, everything alright?" he asked, "I noticed you didn't tell me how you're day was when you came back."

I rolled my eyes and spun around to see him sitting on the edge of my bed with his hands crossed, waiting for my simple explanation of why I didn't continue on with my usual routine,

"Dad, I'm not a baby anymore, high school sucks and all of the days are the same, no point in telling you the negatives."  I declared, before I turned back around to continue what I was previously doing.

I heard him sigh and stand on his feet, and somewhere I felt like I was way too harsh on him. He walked over beside me and looked at the picture that stood on my computer desk, it was an old picture of me and Ada when we were toddlers. He picked it up and stared at it with admiration in his eyes, and I watched in awe as he examined the polaroid. 

I slowly closed the slot and stood behind him, putting my palm on his shoulder.

"School was great, dad. It was great." I said, and he laughed.  He turned around and gave me a kiss on my cheek,

"I wasn't sad, I just was melting at how cute you were." he chuckled, making me smirk widely. He walked out the door, but his head remained peeking in my room.

"What?" I asked, and he smiled, 

"Dinner will be ready in about an hour." he stated, shutting the door, making a gust of wind chill my room.

I smiled to myself and walked inside my bathroom, unzipping the bustier and removing the baggy flannel. I kicked it aside with my pants and underwear, turning my shower nozzle on hot and letting the water spray down in the tub. After about a minute of waiting, wrapped in my pink towel, the water finally raised in the tub. I let the tight constraint pool to my feet and I put each leg in, then dipping my whole body inside.

The water was relatively warm, soothing my body with just the feel. Just as I began to shut my eyes and lay deeper in the water, my phone rang. I lifted my drenched hand out of the water and wiped it on a towel before accepting the call. 

"Hello?" I began, 

"Hey, are you alright?" I heard the person speak, and my eyebrows furrowed. I had no idea who's voice that was. I didn't answer, leaving the line dead.

"It's me. Michael." he said, making me let out a breath, relieved a random person had'nt retrieved my number. "I heard that Calum left you at lunch, tell me why." 

I rubbed my temples with my fingers as I bit my bottom lip in frustration, "Because I asked about Luke."  I could hear Michael suck in a breath on the other line, and I held my bottom lip between my teeth, frustrated by the fact that when ever people heard his name they got tense.

"Michael, can you tell me what's wrong with him." I questioned, hoping he would explain.

"Well, he is a stuck up cock-sucker who nonetheless cares only about hims-" he managed to blurt out though I interrupted him with a laugh,

"No, not Luke. I mean Calum. Why don't you two like him to be around me?" 

Once again the line got silent for a few seconds before Michael actually responded.

"I can't tell you." he spoke silently, making me frown.

"Why not?" I asked, lifting myself higher out of the water that was beginning to lower in temperature. 

"Sullivan, just know that Calum forgives you. But I have to go, see you tomorrow." he interjected, hanging up before I got a chance to muster up a response. I sighed once again and put my phone aside, popping up the lever on the faucet to let the water drain out.

I stood and grabbed my towel from the ground, wrapping it around my dripping body. I wiped my feet on the fluffy mat and walked back into my bedroom, taking out my set of under garments, pajama pants and a tank top. After I dressed, I sat down at my desk and put my hair into a high ponytail before grabbing my small brown diary that was tied with a knot around it. 

I released the knot and plucked out a feather pen from the small cup on the edge of the desk. I scribbled down a few notes about my lousy day, though some things were actually worthwhile. 

7/14/2014

Dear diary,

Today I somehow got through my first day of school. I first met a super hot guy named Calum. He is super tall, has luscious locks, and amazing teeth o__o, he then introduced me to his bestie Michael, who is also fucking prince charming with punk hair. Ok, so maybe half way during the day, Michael took me to my class, but he ended up bumping into this freakishly large guy who ends up being a hot jock with a few tattoos and piercings.~his name is Luke Hemmings (not gonna lie he pretty sexy too) Anyways, both Michael and Calum have this problem with Luke and girls, and they completely hate him. But, me being a total dumb ass, I kept asking Calum about him and he got up and left me alone during lunch. aaasfsfsgggggg....

I managed to get down on a single sheet before my mind was fried and I ran out of things to scribble. 

"I'm hungry." I spoke to myself before closing the book and tying the knot again.