Problem || Luke Hemmings

Chapter Three

"I wish

I could understand

My feelings and

The way

My mind

works."

Julie's POV:

Warren is a good looking man. He has black hair, grey eyes, and the nicest smile I've ever seen. He's twenty-five. He'll be homeschooling me until I go home and go back to normal school.

If I ever do.

I found a box of chocolates and a Green Day CD on my bed when Warren first took me here. That was the only Green Day album I didn't have, so I was pleased with it. I've been listening to it on repeat and putting everything away, quietly singing to it and dancing around. I was surprisingly having a lot of fun!

Warren and Vicky came in around nine or ten to check on me.

"You ate dinner right?" Warren smiles.

"Yeah. I had spaghetti and meatballs. It's my favourite." I chuckle.

"Very nice. Well, are you all settled in?" Vicky asks me while holding onto Warren.

"Just about. I have a few more things to put away, but they're small and it'll take me two minutes to do it. But I think I'm going to go to bed soon. If that's okay?" I ask while putting my suitcases against the nearest wall.

"That's no problem at all. Warren here will be making breakfast around ten in the morning tomorrow. Is there anything you like or don't like?" I smile at Vicky's kindness and shake my head.

"Nah. I'm not a very picky eater. I'll eat whatever you make. I'm sure it'll be delicious, Warren." I smile widely and he chuckles.

"Alright," Warren smiles back at me. "We'll let you sleep. If you need anything, just yell really loudly and hopefully someone will hear you." He winks at me and I bite my lip.

"Thanks." I nod.

They walk out and I put the last of my clothes away before changing into pyjama shorts and a loose tank top. I go into my private bathroom and clean the makeup off my face, grimacing when I see myself.

I lay down and close my eyes. My mind wanders to Luke.

~~~

I woke up the next morning around eight. I got up and changed into yoga pants, a sports bra, my workout tank top, and a sports sweater. At precisely eight fifteen, I went for a run.

I ran up the street, admiring the beautiful scenery. It's nice, but I just want to go home. I want to run around my neighbourhood and know where I'm going instead of being clueless. I want to pass Jimmy every morning.

I ran for about twenty minutes and then decided to go back. When I entered my room, I started taking my clothes off to have a shower. I get out one of my towels and go into my bathroom. I let down my brown hair and shake it out a bit. Not that it matters.

I turn on the music on my iPhone, turning on the water to the desired temperature and stepping in. I relax instantly.

~~~

My shower lasted about and hour and ten minutes. I cried for most of it.

I didn't even have a reason. I just kind of sat there, crying about nothing. It might've been because I'm overwhelmed, but I try to stop thinking about it.

When I actually got out of my very long shower, I put on some makeup. I walked out with a towel wrapped around my body and then chose an outfit for the day. I ended up deciding on a dark purple long sleeved shirt, and ripped black jeans.