Lost Boy

4

They walked into the club and looked around. Everyone was wearing minimal clothing and had glow-in-the-dark paint all over their stomachs. No matter where they boys looked, there were people grinding against each other to the beat of the music. They looked to each other and Calum wiggled his eyebrows. If any of them would bring a girl home that night, it was Calum. Girls basically praised his body and he loved the attention.

They all split up and went separate ways. Luke wandered over to the bar. He was still under-aged but nobody cared enough to ID him. He figured if he couldn't at least spend the night with his friends, he should get drunk enough to talk to a girl. So he downed drink after drink until he could got the courage to go up to a girl.

He walked up behind a blonde and slipped an arm around her waist. She looked up at him and was about to slap him, but she saw right through him. "You're drunk," she said flatly.

Luke nodded and the girl led him to a corner. "Listen, I don't know why you're drunk but I promise hooking up with someone isn't the way to fix you're problems," she sighed and walked back to her group of friends.

"I don't have any problems," Luke muttered to himself.

He tried to forget about it. He went around the club trying at different girls only to be rejected everytime when finally, he found a girl willing. She sat on his lap and kissed his neck. Luke was trying to kiss her; he was desperately trying to touch her, but he kept feeling sick everytime he got close to the girl's body.

He still had no clue that Cameron was affecting him, but she very much was. She didn't want her other half to be messing with othre girls so she was fighting with his concious and lucky for her, she was winning.

After that, Luke didn't feel up to anything else so he began searching the building for his friends. Michael was chatting a girl up by the bar, Ashton was dancing, and Calum was no where to be seen. He decided the safest route was to go straight to Ashton. The one with the car always had the final say on when they left.

He shimmied his way through the sea of bodies and eventually made it to Ashton. "Hey, mate. I need to get out of here."

Ashton gave him a rude glance but nonetheless stopped dancing and went to wrangle up Michael.

"Wheres Calum?" Ashton yelled to Michael. He could barely be heard at his loudest.

Michael looked down the bar then laughed, "He must have gotten that girl to take him home."

Luke rolled his eyes and grabbed Michael's wrist, "We're leaving."

Michael didn't hesitate to get up from his seat because he could tell Luke was getting annoyed by something and he wasn't about to argue with him.

Once they got into Ashton's car, Michael spoke up, "What's the rush to get out of there, Luke?"

Luke sighed and looked over to Michael, "I just feel sick. I couldn't stand being in there with all of those people."

Michael nodded his head but he didn't quite believe the reasoning.

The rest of the ride, the boys sat in silence. When they pulled up to Luke's house, he hopped out of the car and said his goodbyes.