Panic ✥Kiss Me Sequel✥

CHAPTER 4

After a few more nights in the hospital. It was time to go.

"I bought a house while you were gone." Luke said after I was discharged. "It's here, because I visited so often it was pointless to stay in a hotel the whole time." I nodded in response. "It isn't far."

We walk through the parking lot, "which one's yours?" I ask.

"This one." He points at a car, the car.

My breath hitches, he continues talking and doesn't notice that my hands start shaking again. "I borrowed it from my mom because my dad just bought her a new one so..." He looks over with a smile on his face. "It's mine now."

I stop walking as he continues smiling. His smile falters. "This was the car wasn't it?" He asks softly. "Calum." I nod once and he grasps my shaking hand.

"It's okay." He whispers "I'm here now."

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Once we walk inside his house, it feels weird, walking, talking, even wearing the worn out shirt I bought a while ago feels strange. Like my life has been on pause while everyone else's was on play. Like I was standing in the middle of the side walk watching everyone go past, not moving an inch.

"All your stuff is kinda in boxes, but I could help you unpack tomorrow." Luke offered "you seem, dazed."

"Why wouldn't I be?" I ask folding my hands and sitting on them so maybe they'd stop shaking. "I'm on a lifeline, Luke."

He sits next to me on the couch. "Fill me in." I say, "what's happened?"

"Michael and Ash are really distant I guess. When I told them you woke up they said for me to call them both when you were ready."

"Oh." I say, "you?"

"Nothing." He says. "Nothing at all. I mean friends visit every now and then, family. Going to see you. Nothing."

"Great, now I feel like an anchor holding you down." I roll my eyes. "Did anyone else come to see me?"

"You had a new person every day." He smiles "don't worry, even your mom came."

I feel a little better despite the circumstances, "what about the Band Luke?" I ask and he sighs.

"Honestly, if you want to then sure. But we would have to write a lot of songs."

"We'll figure it out." I shrug. And then there is silence for a good 5 minutes. "Wow, I'm really hungry." I announce.

"I'd imagine" he laughs. But I still don't ask the question that's killing me ,if we're still together or not. I mean, I didn't fall out of love with him. But maybe he did. "Pizza!?" He asks, but he knows the answer. My stomach grumbles, "Pizza." He answers nodding.

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After we eat I look in the cardboard boxes, and there it is, it's the empty red journal. I quickly open it and there it is, inside there's a plane ticket, the flight leaves in two days.

"I was so worried I wouldn't see him." Says a voice, Luke, from behind me. "So I went and bought them on your birthday, but you never opened it."

"I was sure we wouldn't be able to go. But I guess we can if your up for it." He asks assuring me.

"I am." I nod, and he bites his lip to keep from screaming.

Instead I turn around and hug him. "Thank you." We both say at the same time, and it's kind of cute, but it's kind of awkward so I pull away.

"It feels like the missing piece is back." Luke says, and I push him away because he's being too cliche.

I scrunch up my nose and swat him away, "you're cheesy." I whine.

"But it's true Calum." He declares, "you have to face the facts, I swear I'd so anything for you." And it feels like I'm in some romance novel.

I don't know how to reply, I just stand there. "Yeah...same." I blush and he laughs.

"Fail." He says. "Anyways. Goodnight Calum. It's nice to have you back." And he shuts the door.

I turn and fish some PJ bottoms from one of the boxes not bothering to unpack, I lay down on the fluffy bed, but it's impossible to sleep. Because I have been doing that the past 8 months. I get up and walk across the floor, the cold wood against my feet. I creek open the door, and there's Luke sitting up in his bed writing.

"Hey." I say.

"Hi." He replies and puts his pen and paper away.

"I can't sleep." I respond.

"That's ironic." He chuckles and yeah, it is. So without asking I take up his un spoken offer of sitting with him on his bed.

"Lets play Rock Paper Scissors." He announces.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because, it's the most boring game ever so you'll get really bored of it and tired so you'll want to sleep." He says, "duh."

So I cave in and play, thinking that there's no possible way. We play 5 times and he bears me 4 out of 5.

"Paper beats rock." He announces proudly. "5 outta 6 Hood. Beat that!"

On our 7th try when I finally win again, it works.

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SOOOOO that was a cute little update so yay

I really didn't feel like writing at all but I'm going on vacation so I had to

How are you guys?