Promises--Hemmings

Chapter nine// Black and White

Shelby's POV
I laid in an X formation on my bed, staring at the popcorn celling. The Wii controller for Netflix was untouched, the TV off. There was no music nor was there any chatter. All I could hear were the occasional snores from Promise and the hum of the fan going around and around.

I sucked my blue raspberry jolly rancher. It turned my tongue blue, like always.

No one except Luke knew I was in serious trouble. I hated to admit it myself by I was sick. Luke explained to me earlier when he came over that it could be depression. We had looked up the sighs for depression and it seemed like I had it.

Luke had told me that it was really bad if I truly was sick in some way. However he had also told me that he would not leave my side because I needed someone and he said he would be that someone. That warmed my heart completely.

Luke was such an odd guy. He could go from fuming mad at me because I had not eaten that day to completely lovable and all huggy and emotional. It was kinda wired....

But then again, there was me. I was this crazy, whirl wind of feelings and emotions that were like a tornado. I was sucking people and things in and spitting them back out before I knew what was happening. My mom always told me that I need to learn to control it. Counsel it. Not feel it. I was just feeding into my emotions and feelings apparently. My mom tried to help me and understand herself what was wrong with me. My dad as well tried to deal with it.

At times I heard their muffled voices, crying and yelling. Sometimes I felt like I was the one that teared them apart.

"Hi Shel." I heard an Australian accent walking into my room.

"Hey Lucas." I said.

Luke's face was a pink tint and he tries hiding his laughter.

"What?" I asked officially scared about whatever Luke was giggling about.

"Well Shelby for one, you have raccoon eyes. Second, you have a blue tongue and third, you are only wearing your bra."

"I just took a shower! Jolly ranchers are yummy! And at least its a sports bra not my bright pink cup bras!"

"I bet thats a hot sight...." Luke trailed off biting his lip.

Dammit why does he have to tease me?

"So why did you come over here?" I asked.

"Oh you know just to maybe see you wandering around in one of your bras. The usual." Luke shrugged, putting a hand through his blonde hair. I grabbed tue closest pillow to me and hit him with it.

"Ow! That hurt Shel!" He wined, sticking out his lips as if he were pouting.

"Duh Lukey pukey!"

"I said not to call me that!!!"

"Stop winning!"

"Never!" Luke yelled hitting me in the arm with a pillow.

It was all down hill from there.
We were a mess of feathers, pillows, various limbs and little "ouch's."

He was laughing and smiling, his hair in its normal blonde quiff was history.

Lucas Robert Henmings made my boring, scary life, bright and colorful. He cared for me and was kind to me. My life was a rainbow, no longer black and white.

In that moment as the pillows were flying, the jokes were shared and laughs were heared throughout the house. In that moment had I admitted to myself that I did indeed like Lucas Robert Hemmings.

A/N
Hey guys so heres an update for ya! I know it had not a bunch of action, drama and dialog in it which I apologize for. Beware there will be this kind of thinking in here because many things happen and the readers thoughts will be issued. However all these non dialogue chapters all lead up to major things!! Again I apologize if this was a bad chapter. Ill probably only update once more this week, if I don't Im sorry!
Peace, Im out!
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