Sorry •Muke•

Chapter 16 - A Match Into Water

"Luke, we have been practicing for hours. Can we please stop?"

"It's only been 3 hours." I looked up at him with big eyes.

"Fine."

I put down the guitar and wipped my bloody fingers on my pants. There were sores on my fingers and a few were bleeding. The joy of playing guitar. Well, I mean when you play like you are in a metal band.

"You bleeding too?" I asked, he put his palm to face me. On his middle and index finger there was slightly blood while his other fingers just sores, like me. I then put my hand up to show him.

He then pressed my hand to his, the tips of his fingers were clear over the ends of mine.

"How are your fingers so long?!"

"How are your fingers so short?!"

The 2 of us, laughed and he locked our different sized fingers togegther.

"You know, ever since that first day when you ran into me, I thought you were the cutest person alive."

"I thought you were the hottest." I admitted.

"Michael, how much do you weigh?" He asked after a second, looking down at nothing.

"I don't know." He then looked up and pulled his thinking face. 

"Do you have a scale?" 

I nodded before guiding him to my parent's room. Next to the bedroom was a bathroom. On the floor of that bathroom, was a scale. Oh hell no.

"Step on."

"You go first."

"Fine." Luke then stepped onto the scale, seeing he was over 6 feet, I expected him to weight a lot, instead he weighed only 127 pounds. But you know what, he looked healthy so that didn't matter.  He stepped off and then looked to me.

"127. I bet you are at least 5 less."

I rolled my eyes before looking down and stepping onto the school. I just closed my eyes and didn't want to see the damage. All I heart was a gasp from Luke.

"94 pounds."

"Great, 94 pounds more than yo-"

"No, you weight 94 pounds."

I looked down and saw 94 but instead I saw a 1 in front of it.

"No, Luke, that says 194. Stop lying."

"Michael, your mind can trick you. You are so used to thinking you are fat, that your mind basically autocorrects that number to make it fit when you think."

"I guess."

I stepped off and then we went back to my room. We had decided to spend the weekend at my house because we had spend so much time at his house, that I practically lived there.

"Baby?"

"Yeah?" I asked, grinning because of the nickname.

"Your birthday is tomorrow."

"I know, so?

"I got you something." I looked up at him with wide eyes.

"You did?" No one had gotten me something for my birthday in years so this was new.

"Yeah, but you see. It's a bit different, then a regular present. There's this thing, I don't know, it's called the Warped Tour-" I looked up at him in shock, "You know it's just some of the best bands on the planet who get together and play for a period of about 12 hours straight."