"Uhh," I was sorta shocked by the question. My mind immediately flashed back to the moment when the nurse called Luke my boyfriend. He just sat there, waiting for an answer.
"Well, yes or no?" He demanded. I sat there, utterly in shock and dumbfounded.
"Luke, I like you or maybe even love you, but now is not the time." I said.
"Not the time? Not the time!? What do you mean not the time!?" I was taken back by his reaction.
"I mean, I just got out of the hospital and I'm still trying to deal with the fact that Mary started cutting again and...it's just too much. I need some time to think." I say, standing up to walk away. As I start to walk away, Luke's voice starts to fade.
"I gave you fucking 2 weeks to think!" I stop in my tracks and stomp back; my oxygen tank trailing behind me.
"Two weeks? You just sprung this on me! Don't you dare say you gave me "fucking 2 weeks to think"," I spat, mocking his voice at the last part. We bicker back and forth until a mother of 5 told us to leave.
As Luke cleaned up the picnic, I called Micheal to come and pick me up, since I didn't wanted Luke to drive me home. Thankfully, he agreed and was on his way. I now sat on the curb, awaiting his arrival.
"Kadee, I--"
"Luke, I'm not in the mood to hear you yell at me."
"I wasn't g--" I interrupt him again.
"I don't care." He walks away, with his fists in his pockets.
Micheal rolled up 4 minutes afterwards. I dragged my tank to the passenger side and got in. We drove about 7 blocks before he asked me why he needed me to pick me up.
"Me and Luke got in a fight and I didn't want him to drive me home. I also didn't want to risk us fighting again, him getting distracted and for him to drive us off a friggin' cliff or something." He chuckles lightly to himself.
"You have an over-active imagination, you know that right?" I giggled.
"My dad--" I stopped myself right there. I can't open up to Micheal about him yet. Well, I can trust him.
Right?
"My dad used to say that all the time. I would always dream of becoming a professional cheerleader for the 49ers, having friggin' Jesse McCartney as a husband and Ashley Tisdale as my best friend. And living in a castle with unicorns flying around everywhere." We laughed.
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Short but I just needed to update. Go check out my other stories!
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