Sorry •Muke•

Chapter 4 - Heartbreak Kids

HELLO!

Okay, so there is an attatched drawing I did of Michael when he opens the door for Luke. Yeah, don't judge my terrible drawing skills, I just really loved that scene so I wanted to draw it.

Plus there is screaming in the songs, though it's mostly singing there are parts where they scream. I am sorry if I scare you. 

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"Hello."

"Hey."

"So, umm, I have to ask 2 things. 1: do you have any sugar? And 2: Do you want to come over for dinner?" Luke asked looking down at me slightly. It was weird him being taller for some reason.

"Umm, 1: we should have sugar. 2: I am good with dinner. I am not really hungry." I looked down at the thought of food, then I noticed that I was in a tank top and didn't have on any bracelets. Quickly I moved my arms behind me and locked my fingers. Thankfully now, he couldn't see the scars on my arms, but the ones on my chest and collarbones, where visible, and not faded all the way.

"I don't know if my parents will let me." It was probably one of the fastest excuses I could think of. 

"Alright. Well, you are welcome over at any time. And that sugar?"

"Right." I let him in and he followed me into the kitchen.

He stood behind me, as I reached up towards the top shelf. I stood on my tippy-toes as I reached for the bag of sugar. Then, I managed to get my hands on the bag only to have it drop.

"Whoops." Luke said, stepping over and grabbing the bag of sugar before it splattered all over the counter and floor.

Since he had to grab the sugar, he was nearly pressed up against me. His eyes were locked on mine, and I hoped for them to stay that way. His eyes then slipped away and trailed to my ears.

"You pierced your ears?"

I quickly stepped away and put my arms back behind my back, covering most of my scars. I walked him to the door, and just before shutting it, he turned around.

"Oh, and I would really like you to come to dinner. It'd be nice."

I pondered over it for a minute before decided afterwards I could just throw it up after I came home. I would try and eat as little as possible, just so I don't have to worry about it much.

"Actually, hold on a sec."

Luke flashed me a smile and I let him back in. I shut the door then ran upstairs. I shut my door and locked it, just in case he were to walk in. I took off my BMTH shirt and replaced it with a blue and white plaid shirt that was slightly large but not too much. I slipped on my grey converse, then went to the door. I opened it up and Luke was standing there. 

"Oh, sorry." I said nearly running into him.

"No, it's my fault... so is this your room?" I nodded.

"Can I see that amazing CD collection of your’ s now?" I nodded once again and let him into the room.

He walked over to the shelves filled with album after album. His eyes scanned over them all quickly, then turned to the walls, as he scanned over all the posters.

"We like the same music." My eyes nearly popped out of my head.

"You like screamo music?"

"Yeah, on some days. I mostly like rock, or punk but some days deserves a bit Of Mice & Men or some Get Scared."