Plain L.H.☯

Idoit☽*

As luke settled into bed tired from school, this was his usual routine school then resting then homework, dinner and back to sleep. Since he didn't have homework he had about two extra hours to sleep.

Something was bothering him, it was the fact that Caitlin wasn't in bed, even though it was 2:50 something felt as if she took off again, maybe it was starting to be a constant thing, he'd look for her and she'd come back.

Today, he just wanted to sleep so maybe he wouldn't care that when he'd walk downstairs and caite wasn't there, it just wouldn't bother him.

As luke rested, he dreamt of Caitlin, why was he dreaming of her? The dream felt real, her lips felt real, why couldn't it be real? Why was she so god damn difficult!

Luke sighed frustrated waking up, the words Caitlin spat at him in his dream cause him to be angry with himself more than with her. She called him a lying dirtbag, walking straight out of the apartment. He wasn't sure what she was going on about, one minute there kissing the next she's shouting about something he's done.

Caite finished the laundry, bringing the folded laundry upstairs. It was easy she just needed to put Liz stuff away and Luke's. Liz went out to the store to get food, while luke should be in school or is it over?

When she finished putting the shirts in her draw she pulled open Luke's door, he looked at her for a moment before huffing and walking past her.

She placed his stuff and when she got to the briefs she blushed, a picture frame fell from the top draw smashing onto the floor.

Maybe it's not broken?

It's defiantly broken

When she picked it up she saw a picture of three boys, all with dirty blonde hair. Two parents, with the arms around the children. The man looked like the little boy next to him a lot almost similar, he looked up at him with a smile, the smile reminds her of luke.

The mother looked similar to Liz, the two boys blondes one of them had curls on the front of his head but the one next to him and the one beside his father was straight.

The dad was Both a blonde and blue eye the children having the same genes as the other, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, looking like the perfect family, her eyes followed down tours the carving "One Moment is what everyone needs, a family moment. To laugh, play and dance, Ben, Jack, Liz and luke love you dad, always in our hearts Andrew hemmings."

Caitlin saw as a wet like substance fell on the broken glass, she lifted up her hand feeling that she was In fact crying. "He died seven years ago" a voice appears, she turned around looking at the male, his hand in his pocket.

"Luke, I-I I'm sorry about the fame. I just I'm sorry" she said between sobs. He walked closer to her grabbing the frame from her and placing it on the bed.

"Don't worry about the glass, I'll handle it?" he says softly, she bit the inside of her cheek knowing crying meant showing weakness.

"I-" she started but couldn't finish, arms wrapped around her his head buried in the crook of her neck as light sobs fell on the shirt shoulder.

"I really, miss him. He was my dad, I love him, so much" luke was a man why were boys allowed to show weakness but girls can't? Caite thought.

After a few minutes, he pulled, away his eyes were glassy from crying and her heart broke for the boy who lost his father. "I lost my mom, she's umm, she died when I was born" Caitlin spoke, Luke's eyes landed on hers, the pounding of her heart went to her ears she was sure he could hear it.

Why is she feeling like this, her hands began to clam up and the degrees in the room increased by fifty.

When she blinks, she notices him moving in closer, she just pulled him into a hug. He was going to kiss her, she couldn't let him.

Lucas returned the gesture, slightly irritated.

I'm an idiot

Oh yes, you are.