"Thanks for coming to help." I say, laying on my side in my bed.
"Oh, it's no problem." Luke says, laying in a sleeping bag on my floor, arms under his head, staring at the ceiling.
"How'd you get here?" I ask.
"I drove. Stole the car." He replies.
"Has he ever been drunk? You know, when he's with you?"
"Yeah, a few times. It's kind of scary, which is why I came to help. You could've just called Bekah."
"He's been drunk around her?"
Luke sits up, and I can feel his eyes piercing mine.
"Tons of times." He says quietly.
We lay in silence for a while before I fall asleep.
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I wake up next to Luke in my bed. He's laying on the one side, kind of curled up in a ball. I laugh as I see that his shoes are still on.
"Luke, wake up." I giggle, shaking his shoulder. He opens his eyes and smiles at me.
"Sorry. I couldn't sleep on your floor. It's too hard."
"It's okay." And I sincerely mean it. I've known Luke since I was really young, he's practically my brother.
I get up, and Luke does the same. He follows me into Ashton's room. Ashton wakes up slowly.
"Hi Soph." He whispers groggily. "I've got the worst headache."
Luke smiles, and despite the bruise on his cheek from when Ashton punched him last night, he looks like he's off to a photoshoot.
"That'll go away." Luke says calmly.
Ash smiles at us and falls asleep.
"Breakfast?" I ask Luke.
"Breakfast. Make it a good one." He follows me into the kitchen, and begins going through our cabinets.
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Reject.
FanfictionMichael Clifford has always felt a little bit like a reject. Okay, sometimes A LOT. It's as if nobody ever notices or cares. And a six foot tall boy with neon hair isn't easy to miss. But is the feeling of rejection enough to throw away the feeling...
