Some Day We Might (Muke)

Chapter Thirteen

(This contains language that could possibly be quite offensive, just a warning. I'd also like to say that I am 100% against these vuglar words, so please don't think that I'm condoning it or anything.)

We pull up to a small diner and it's about 7pm. We're pretty tired, so we're all shuffling our feet along the concrete, rubbing at our eyes and yawning. It's a clear night, and the weather is amazing. I'd stay out and watch the stars if I wasn't so tired and hungry.

The diner is kind of old and not exactly the nicest place, but it's the only thing around that isn't fast food. We just need a real meal to break up all the junk we've been eating.

We sit down on the wooden bench seat and wait for someone to take our order. A lady, about 30 years old, wearing a navy blue button down dress comes up to the table with a notepad.

"Hi, I'm Lacy, I'll be your server for tonight. Can I get you drink order?"

"I'll just have a sprite, thanks. " Ashton says.

"Er, Coke for me." Calum says.

"I'll have that as well, please." Luke says.

"Alright, what about you, love?" she asks me.

"Uh, coke is fine. Thanks." I smile at her.

Not long after our drinks are brought out, we order our meals. I just ordered a simple burger and chips, Luke got some sort of chicken sandwich, and both Ashton and Calum got chicken tenders because they're basically children.

I pick at my food, and only end up eating half the burger because I just feel like shit. I don't want to feel like this, but I do. It's not like I have much of a reason to--other than hating myself, and the possibility that one of my best friends might not get better, and not knowing whether the person I love loves me back.

I sound like a teenage drama story, I know. I'm a fucking mess.

Luke gets a bit of ketchup on the side of his face and that actually manages to make me smile. I pick up my napkin and wipe it off. "You had a bit of ketchup." I say.

He laughs. "Oh. I guess I'm a messy eater." he looks kind of embarrassed.

I shrug. "It's okay, you're still cute."

I feel someone behind me move in their seat, then whisper (quite loudly) to his friend, "Fag."

I just roll my eyes and ignore it. But Luke, surprisingly, turns around and says. "Hey, fuck you."

"Excuse me?" The man says, his accent thicker than Ashton's. He's quite a big lad, not super buff though. He's got dark brown hair, that's gelled back and is wearing a black hoodie.

"Y-you heard me." Luke stutters. "You insulted my friend."

"Oh, your boyfriend?"

"He's not--"

"Listen, why don't you just turn around and go back to making out with your wank buddy."

"Why don't you just apologise?" Luke says, actually quite calmly.

The man stands up. "Listen, poofter, I'm giving you one last chance."

"To what? Ask you to apologise?" Luke spits back.

The man's face turns red and he swings his fist right at Luke's cheek. Luckily, Luke moved back a little, so he didn't get the full hit. Just a nice bang on the cheekbone. I move forward and push the guy away, but he pulls me by the shirt and hits me right in the mouth, hard. I don't even get to register that punch because the next thing I know, I'm being dragged out of my seat. He punches me again, but this time in the eye, then the stomach, causing me to double over. Finally, he kicks my leg making me fall to the ground.