end up here || luke hemmings

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Luke's POV:
"Thanks for inviting me." I said to Calum, one of my best mates. I walked into the backyard of Calums house, we were having a bonfire. I grabbed a beer and sat down at one of the lounge chairs they had at the table.
"You guys, where's Zara?" one guy in another chair asked.
"She's probably in prison, you know how crazy she can be." another guy replied.
"That's so true! Remember that time..." the other guy replied. I didn't really care for their story but I'm assuming this girl is trouble.
I wasn't really a center of attention, I usually just sat on the sidelines. I knew only a couple of people at the bonfire. There was Calum, Ashton, and Michael, they were my best mates and my band mates. But besides that I only knew about 3 other people.
The bonfire mostly consisted of me contemplating leaving, playing apps on my phone and talking to Michael.
It neared around 3 am when every started walking to the front yard to greet this person that everyone wasn't talking highly of. It was the girl. I couldn't remember her name but I could tell it was the girl with punk attitude that the two guys were talking about before.
She was wearing a def leppard t shirt and a red flannel with a pair of black skinny jeans and combat boots. She had pink hair. Not bright pink. It was more of a faded pink. It looked like she wanted to be noticeable but not too much. Like she just wanted something different. It looked good.
Everyone was siting around the fire talking, mostly reminiscing. We're all around 20. I don't think anyone here even went to college. We're just talking about the days in high school. That was crazy shit... but that's another story.
It was nearing 5 in the morning and everyone was starting to get tired so some of the party moved inside but I decided to stay outside. Outside was more peaceful and I didn't really know any of those people inside.
I was playing on my phone when I heard the sliding glass door open, I turned my head to see who was coming out. I saw it was the girl. The one with faded pink hair and combats boots. she sat down across from me. She was beautiful. she was beautiful by just the way she moved. She was also beautiful from her looks, but the way she moved, the way se say down and crossed her feet was just so beautiful.
So at 5 in the morning we sat across from each other and she looked at me and pulled out a pack of cigarettes she tossed me the pack. At first I hesitated, I've never smoked a cigarette before. I took one out. I put it between my lips and I lit it with a lighter that was on the table.
I inhaled and blew out the cancerous smoke. I coughed for a good minute. she started laughing.
"First time?" she asked.
"Yeah.. how'd you know." I asked coughing at the end of my sentence.
She laughed again. She had a weird laugh. It was really high pitch and child like. It was a fun laugh, it was a laugh that I could listen to on repeat over an over again. Her laugh was like a child at a playground on the swings, laughing from the joy of being up in the air with wind blowing in your face and that little chill you get; yeah that was her laugh.
Her name I completely forgot it. It's been so long since those guys were talking about her. Was it Amber, Nicole, Ashley.. I remember it was something unique. I never heard it before. "What's your name?" I asked.
She turned to me and blew some smoke and smiled and said "Trouble."