Impact

Fifteen.

~Luke's Point Of View~

"Luke," Her breathy voice moaned as I kissed her collar bone. 

Sleep Luke.

What if Julie's not sleeping?

What if she is?

What if she's with Jake?

What if she's sleeping with Jake?

What if she forgot about you?

You were a dick.

You shouldn't have done that with Lucy.

She's not here Luke.

Stop imagining she is.

You fucked it up Luke.

Why'd you do it?

She's not going to come crawling back to you.

               

           I was laying here in my bed, I couldn't sleep. I needed her. I needed her fragile warm body pressed against mine. I needed the smell of her hair wafting through the air, I need to hear her voice saying goodnight again, I need her small fingers tracing my palm and then intertwining our fingers because she was so fascinated by how big my hand was. I needed her messing with my lip piercing because she thought it looked good on me.

Face it Luke, you just need her in general.

              I called her phone right now, it's ringing. Pick up Julie, please, please pick up.

"Hello?" A guys voice asks.

"Who is this?" I ask upset. 

"This is Jake, Julie is asleep right now," He says.

"Oh," Was all I could say. She had already fucked him, I was too late.

"Sorry, I'll tell her in the morning someone called her in the middle of the night though," He sounded sincere.

"Alright," I say.

"Who is this by the w-" I hung up on him.

              I'm so sorry Julie.

                             So I layed there all night staring at my ceiling, thinking about her. About how I loved running my hands through her soft hair. The way her thigh high socks would slip a bit when she was walking and she'd try to fix them without someone noticing. Or when she would cross her leg every time she sat down and the right side of her skirt would rise up exposing her thigh. More importantly the way she looked when she was genuinely happy the way the corners of her mouth would pull into a smile, or when she was fixing her project in the middle of the night, she was so cute. She had gotten out of bed at around three in the morning and put on her phone light and continued on her art project, she was so determined. I liked the way she laughed, and when she didn't understand something her nose would scrunch up and her lips would pout a little. She was adorable.

            

            So why'd you fuck it all up?