changes • cake

.9

TW: TALK OF EATING DISORDERS

It was one week after the Calum’s explosive episode at Dough Eyes, leaving their relationship with a huge question mark. Luke found himself continuing to hope that every time his phone buzzed in his pocket and vibrated on a table, that it was Calum attempting to spark up a conversation. He felt so very alone lately. Michael had been quite busy with work and all of his college essays, and he didn’t blame him or resent him in any way for not being able to keep him company. After all, he was being a million times more responsible than Luke was. Jeremy had begun to show signs of his aggressive behavior again, and he had learned to either steer clear of him when he was pissed off or stay quiet and do as told. He had been too exhausted to want to deal with the second option.

Calum on the other hand, had seemed to practically forget the blonds existence entirely. Mali had texted him a bit here and there to make sure he was doing alright, which of course, the answer would always be that he was fine. He knew the woman had enough on her plate already, he wasn’t going to continuously pile shit on it.

Mali had honestly been the only one who was communicating with him on a daily basis, so he wasn’t surprised when his buzzing phone was followed by the girls name popping up on his phone screen over the picture he had of him and Michael. He pressed on the home button, the device unlocking it immediately due to his familiar thumb print, and went straight to her message.

He was pleasantly surprised when seeing it was an invite to go hang at the coffee shop for a few hours. She explained that they had run out of coffee, and not many people come for anything besides that. He happily agreed to join her, not missing the opportunity to get out of the stuffy apartment that was beginning to reek of the devils lettuce and blatant despancy.

He stood to his feet, immediately sitting back down again when feeling his legs almost buckle underneath him. He let himself take a moment to catch his breath, incidents like these happening on a daily basis. It was rare for it to be that bad though. Undoubtedly, he would stand back up at a much slower rate and continue on with his day as if nothing had happened.

Feeling as dizzy as he did, he wasn’t sure if it was the greatest idea to drive anywhere but he figured he would be fine. After all, he’s been much worse and have made negligent decisions before hand and everything was fine. He also knew that he shouldn’t make choices that would only work out by sheer luck, but at this point, he wasn’t sure he cared.

So he made his way down the stairs with shaky legs, gripping onto the railing like a life source. His malnourished body was already having a hard time keeping his body temperature up, so the freezing air didn’t help in the slightest. His arms were curled in on himself, unlocking the door with shaky hands and sighing in relief when he sat down. Heating up the car was his top priority, for obvious reasons, making the small button on the dash the first thing he clicked once he stabbed the keys into the ignition.