v i c e s; he m m i n g s

04;

Opening the door, I threw my keys onto the kitchen counter and made my way to the living room. It was surprisingly quiet considering it was now 4pm.

“Hello?” I shouted awaiting answer.

“out here, mate.” I heard my brother, Jack, shout from the garden. I was like 18 degrees out what is he doing? I proceeded to find him sticking his feet in the pool, swaying it around. “What's happening?”

I sat down crossed legged next to him. His face was pouting. “What is going on with you? It is actually freezing out here? Your balls will fall off.” I chittered drastically to see if he would move his ass and get inside.

“Oh nothing, I was just thinking...” Jack paused and turned poking me in the face, “no new bruises?” he questioned and I smiled slightly thinking back.

“No real harm done today. Maybe tomorrow.” I looked up and saw the clouds gather in the sky.

“Hey!” He punched my arm lightly “They could have changed their mind you never know.”

“Yeah as long as she is there.” I mumbled slightly.

“Wait? What did you say? There is a girl? Oh wha-” I put my hand up stopping him from blabbering on too much and I shake my head.

I stand up and walk back into the house. “Jack? Where is mum?”

“Out with Ben for some 'Mother/Son time'.” he sighed. We were always left behind because we never achieved what he could: Doctor, Graduated from Uni top of his class and was married. Whether as me and Jack? We never even had half of his intelligence. Jack was just going into college to do sound engineering and never had a steady girlfriend.

Could be because he is actually gay and our mum doesn't know about it.

Then there is me; still in school, no job, sure I am passing top of my class but I want to do something that my mum would never approve of.

I want to be a musician. I want to write songs and help people the way music has helped me. I'm not saying that punk rock saved my life But it taught me how to live my life without those assholes form school bringing me down.

Jack snapped his fingers infront of me grabbing my attention. “So about this girl?” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Just leave it? She just...yeah.” I didn't know what to say. It was like, do I tell him i'm a pussy and she actually stopped me from getting y ass handed to me?

“Well, whoever she is, as long as she treats my little brother right” he pinched my cheeks cooing me. I slapped them away quickly.He is a dick but I love him. “Can I at least get a name?”

“Keighley. Her name is Keighley.” I must have blushed because he was all over this.

“oh, so do you like her? Did you know her before? Is she new?”

“SHE STOPPED ED FROM KICKING MY ASS ALRIGHT?” I snapped and sighed. “a fucking girl stopped him. I'm such a loser.” I placed my head in my hands and waited for the slagging I was about to receive.

“wh- really? Wow...so is she hot?”

“JACK! Seriously? Is that all you care about? I was humiliated infront of everyone. I am going to walk into school tomorrow and the entire year will laugh in my face.” I stood up and went to walk to my room

“Mate, listen. No matter what happens tomorrow or the rest of your entire life,” Jack paused making me turn around, “if a girl is willing to face your bully and ultimately face humility for you? You need to act on that.”

*

I kept thinking about what Jack had told me as I walked though the red gates of the school. I was early like usual but I knew who would be there.

Keighley.

I ventured into the library and saw her quietly reading a girl magazine I guess. She was wearing that cardigan once again, a red bandanna in her hair, keeping the frizz from her face.

She hadn't noticed me yet but I was sneaking about as it I was going to murder her. Maybe not the best way to approach a girl, Luke? I made my way to her table like a normal human being and placed my bag down.

“Mind if I sit?” she shook her head as I took a seat. “Listen, I just really want to thank you-”

“No need. I-i understand that you might feel obliged to thank me but after this interaction? I doubt you will even speak to me again.” she got quiet and continued to read.

“Listen, I could stop talking to you but I don't want to.” I laughed as she looked at me strangely,

“okay? If you want to like, y'know, not talk to me at any time...”

“I do not think I would want to stop unless you're a serial killer? Maybe even then...” we both laughed and she looked down embarrassed. “Why are you reading a beauty magazine? I always seen you as the Shakespeare or Carol Ann Duff sort of person.” Keighley laughed again and began to whisper.

“If i'm honest?” I urged her to continue “I'm actually reading wrestling magazine” She discarded the Vogue magazine to reveal the latest Pro Wrestling mag.

“Really? Well I didn't expect that.” I scratched the back of my neck.

“No one really does...but I love it. It's my secret. Promise to keep it?” I nodded and leaned into whisper

“If you keep it a secret I like it to. Well, WWE at least.” I laughed as she smiled brightly sticking out her hand for me to shake. “As long as John Cena isn't your favourite?” I added and Keighley shook her head chuckling.

“A guy with five moves and has a girlfriend that could beat him up? No thanks. I'll stick to Dean Ambrose.”

“I like that choice.”

This was the start.

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A/N: I'm sorry it is really short  but i have been doing nothing but school shw rehersals and job interviews and whatever. So here you go. I combined wrestling with this because i really love it a lot, it's my favourite thing in this world and i kind of want to base Keighley as Aj Lee/Me? If that makes sense? idk.

Anyway enjoy ~ amandajane