Limited || Luke, Hemmings.

06

 Luke...

I roll out of bed quickly, walking to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and taking a piss. Slipping on my favorite black knee slitted jeans, I almost fall. I put on a Misfit's t-shirt, grabbing my bag and strolling out of the house. Thank god my mother is at work. 

  The walk to school feels longer than usual, and I find myself looking forward to seeing Miss Blair Cook. For the past week her and her friend, they've sat at our table. Ashton's been needing more and more help with his English. For once I wish I had troubles reading.. 

  I reach the school a bit early, so I catch a seat on one of the benches right out of school grounds. I take out my copy of The Great Gatsby, finishing the chapter I'm on. My eyes scan the pages, bulging at an interesting or exiting part. This is the first time I've read it and I'm impressed. I love reading all sorts of stuff but writing, I don't like it, not in any form. 

  "Good book eh?" A familiar voice stirs me and I look up. Her presence is nerve racking, I freeze like an ice cube, but when her eyes meet mine I melt painstakingly. I nod slowly and she smiles, her splendid lips curling. 

  "Nice hair,' I motion toward Mikey and he nods-why won't he talk to me? Today his hair has transformed, the brightest shade of neon blue imaginable atop his head. It kind of resembles Blair's eyes. 

  "Look, I got mine done too!!" Blair instantly turns her back to me, revealing the tips of her dark hair matching his. "But only dip-dyed," she sighs. "I don't have guts like Mikey," good thing, I think. Or would she still look flawless? Probably. 

  The first part of my day passes like the wind, each teacher, each class gone in a flash. I have a shitload of math homework-my worst subject, damn Mrs.Gerrmer. 

  As I approach the lunch room someone bumps me. I look over to once again be startled by; Blair-fucking-Cook.

  "Hello darling," I imitate her and she laughs .

  "Hey, virgin Mary," she sneers, imitating right back. Fuck! She frowns, quickening her pace, both of us remaining silent.

  "What's up?" She finally kills the silence looking at me from the other side of our table and I mentally hive five her. 

  "Not-" 

  "Hey Blair," Michael walks up, sitting next to her and interrupting me. Soon she is sandwiched between Michael and Ashton, not talking to me at all. They all seem to get along, Michael even talks to Ash, but none of them talk to me. I don't know where Calum is, but at this moment I'd love to see him. He's kind of the Fogal of our group like in Superbad. Lunch ends and I send a silent prayer to.. to I don't know, but I'm very happy about it. I would not be able to stand another fucking minute watching Blair and Michael and Ashton talk, laugh and gasp with each other.Why not talk to me at all?  Maybe I'm a bit jealous..Nah.. 

Blair.. 

"Alright, yeah you've got it." I smile at Ashton, trying not to make him feel retarded. He just looks so ashamed. I mean his reading's not that bad... Well maybe it is but he's trying. I just don't understand how he got all the way to his twelfth year without someone helping him. He has some form of dyslexia, it's not his fault. But I think he thinks it is. 

  "Since that's done with," the bell rings on cue. "Do you and Luke want to go Flynn's with me and Mikey?" I ask, hoping for a positive answer. I like Ashton and Luke also I guess, and Mikey is great with Ashton, it's good for him too. He looks down at me, a shit-toothed grin tugging on his lips. 

  "Lemme ask Luke," he holds up a finger, walking away. Ashton comes back rather suddenly, a smug look on his face but he also looks a bit sad.

"Me and Luke can't make it sorry. Maybe next week?" He looks pained and I wonder why but chose not to ask.

"That's ok," I smile. "See you on Monday" We part ways, me and Mikey heading for my car, he's staying the night again. Not that I'm complaining, I love Michael. But why not just live at my house? He does have his own shelf and everything. An extra tooth brush etc. 

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"Lets cook!!!!" I scream running down the stairs to the kitchen. Michael slowly follows, mopping intact. My parents wen to Portland for the weekend so I can be a bit extra crazy. That in mind I take all the ingredients from all of my cupboards and my fridge, setting them on the counter. Mikey tells me that he wants nothing to do with my cooking experiment so I'm left to do it by myself while he watches TV (but he did say that he'd eat it)

I take flour pouring a random amount in the mixing bowl, adding eggs, fruity pebbles, a glob of peanut butter, some chocolate pudding, goldfish, and to top it off I add; half a gallon of milk. I mix it thoroughly, putting it in a huge pan and setting it in the oven for approximately 16 minutes. I sit on the couch next to Mikey, practically on his lap-I'm cold, and he knows it so he pulls me on to him. We watch a rerun of Friends, our favorite show. 

  The oven dings and I smile at Mikey like: Ha bitch, your ass is mine. The concoction that I've made looks... well disgusting. I grab two plates, filling his completely and putting only a little on mine. I walk into the living room and his eyes widen. 

"What the fuck is that?"

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