Heartbreak and Love: A Luke Hemmings Story

1- Drifted

Ten months before...

I texted Michael to buy some milk twenty minutes ago and he still hasn't replied or rocked up with milk; going, "Ayyyye, looking for this?" But no. So I was stuck, playing COD2 all by myself, drinking black coffee - that was disgusting and horrible tasting...
So I eventually ditched it after like, two sips.

Surely enough, after 2 hours of a hard-core game of Multiplayer Online, Michael texts me saying:
'Sorry Luke, slept in. Not feeling well.'
Great. Now the guitarist maybe sick. Just great. I don't reply to the text, I just lock my phone and get up from my bum printed seat, to my bedroom. No one was at home. They were somewhere else other than here - like always - and so I take my shirt off, as it is a quite hot morning in Queensland; I place my phone on the counter next to my lamp, and get into my unmade bed.
I was seriously bored, and what was better to do than sleep? I quickly check my phone again, nothing. It's 10:22 AM though. My stomach was rumbling for breakfast. All well. I closed my eyes.
And soon enough, I drifted off tiredly to sleep.
My dream was based on something that actually happened a few years back.
I was twelve at the time; very innocent, kind and small. My mum had taken me over to her friend's house to visit her.
She was a nice lady, with greyish blond hair - you could tell she was a bit older than my mum. I remember her having a red dress on, matching my mums red t-shirt and navy jeans, and they laughed at about it because they didn't coordinate at all. Her friends name was Susan. She was nice to me.
After a while, mum got a text from work unexpectedly, asking her to come in. She didn't know what do with me, and so Susan offered to look after me. Mum was unsure but I told that I like Susan - she was very lovely.
And so, like that my mum left. Within a few hours, Susan had gotten all these cool toys out for me and feed me lunch, then she told me that soon she would have to pick up her daughter from preschool and I'd have to come with.
Suddenly I got so excited to meet her because, she'd obviously be as lovely and kind as her mother. But the word 'preschool' made me unsure. She was much younger than me - almost 9 years difference - would she know much of the words I'd be saying?
In a flash, I was in the car with Susan driving to a primary school that seemed different to me and not what I was used to. We waited in the car for about three to five minutes until we heard a bell like sound, and then we got out and walked to a classroom that was very close to the parking lot.
Inside, there's was little children on the floor, saying:
"Good afternoon Miss Carey." In a song like tone. After being dismissed, the children fled out of the room, grabbing their bags and seeking their parents that waited outside. They run out and hugged their mothers and/or fathers with open arms, and then walked off to their car, talking about what they did today.
In a matter of seconds, a small reddish-blonde girl with a red dress and shoes run up to Susan and have her a hug. On her back she was wearing a bag that was almost the same height as her and had a fluffy cat on the front. "Hey mummy!" She cried, happily, giggling. Her blue sparkles at her mother and then at me.
"Jane, this Luke," Susan said. "Luke, this is my daughter Jane."
"Hello," I said with a smile.
"Hi," she said, waving.
I woke up with a pain in my neck. And my blankets were tossed onto the ground and my forehead was sweating. The air around me was hot, sticky. I turned over in my bed, to the counter, and checked the time on my phone. It read, 4:01 PM. That and it was Wednesday, not Tuesday. I groaned. Fuck! Great, I have a gig in two hours.
I got up.

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