Anonymous| lrh

09| "Still pretty, but like you got punched a few times."

I nearly had to pry my eyes open with my hands as my alarm sounded off. I got maybe two hours of sleep last night and I couldn't tell you why, because I just don't know. I've recently had a lot of sleep problems; either not being able to sleep or waking up incredibly early for no reason. I was constantly exhausted.

Sitting up, I peeked out my window to see the wet pavement and cloudy sky. My favorite kind of days, I always feel as if the city is cleaner after it rains. Everything is just washed away just to be dirtied up again by the cars exhaust and refineries.

I very rarely tried to look good at school, the most I do is put in my contacts and finger brush my hair but today I was not feeling either.

I picked up a sweatshirt, which was definitely Ashton's and black leggings off my floor and pulled the two on. I nearly tripped over my messy floor multiple times trying to find where I had last set my glasses.

Hannah always tells me how much she admires my confidence to not wear makeup to school. At one point I kind of just gave up, I really don't have anymore to impress and it takes up a good portion of my morning that I just don't have the time for. Considering how late I usually wake up, like this morning. It's currently 6:43 and I leave my house at 6:50 to pick up Luke.

This left me just enough time to get done what was needed, brush my teeth and run out to my car.

Pulling on my beat up Vans, I snatched my car keys off the table and made my way to out to Daniel.

Luckily the rain hasn't started up again, not like it wouldn't of mattered much anyways. My tangled hair was thrown up into a bun and my face was bare; there wasn't much to mess up.

"You look awful."

"I will drop your ass here and you'll have to walk the rest of the way with Crazy Caroline."

"No! I didn't mean it like that! You just look tired! Still pretty, but like you got punched a few times," Luke weakly smiled.

I glared at him, "I couldn't sleep."

"Are you doing okay, Char? You haven't been eating that much and you never sleep. You can tell me if something is wrong you know," the blond comfortingly placed a hand on my knee closed to him.

"I'm okay Luke," I smiled. "My brain just doesn't turn off, that's all."

"I'm worried about you."

"Don't be. I promise I'm totally okay," I reassured him.

Something that you'd never know about Luke Hemmings until you got close with the guy is how caring he was. Yes, most of the time he's a immature asshole and man-whore but when it matters, he cares, a lot. I could be simply at home with a cold and he texts to check up on me every hour, sometimes even showing up at my doorstep with non-scary movies and cough syrup.

After telling him another twenty times that I was doing alright we finally arrived at the near empty school parking lot, "I like the rain."

"I don't, it messes up my hair," my best friend grumbled, running a hand through it.

I laughed, "at least you don't have the quiff anymore. That was a lot of upkeep."

"I kinda miss him," Luke shrugged. "But I like my hair now too."

Beginning of senior year Luke sadly said goodbye to his iconic quiffed hair and settled for a shorter style. I love and miss the quiff everyday but do like his newer hair  too, it made him look older.

"Good morning!"

"What's up fuckers?"

"Hello!"