Revolution || Lashton AU - boyxboy

t w e l v e

so i was listening to somebody to you by the vamps and this idea popped into my head and the chapter is probably really horribly written but i liked the idea so

{unedited}

Not long after Vinny finished telling me how much he really did love Luke, he left. He left and I, on the other hand, drank a few more beers and took a nap, hoping I'd wake up with no recollection of what happen.

It didn't work.

I felt very violated. Like, what business was it of Vinny's to come to my dorm and tell me all the cutsie little bullshit things the guy I'm fucking likes? I don't even care.

So right now after I'd woken up, I was trying to finish reading The Great Gatsby for English, and quite frankly, I think I'd have more fun slowly pulling off each of my fingernails with a pair of pliers than I would finishing this book.

On another note, I swear to God, this rain came out of absolutely no where. Sunny one minute, torrential downpour the next. Not that I could argue. I liked the rain.

There was a soft knock at my door and I threw my head back and groaned. It was almost midnight, what could anyone possibly need at midnight?

I tossed my book onto my nightstand and stood up off the ground, before swinging the door open in the most annoyed fashion I could muster up.

"I, uh, sorry. I didn't mean to uh, to bother you this late but, uh..." He began, his eyes tacked to his shoes and his hands buried in his pockets. I was dumbfounded. I didn't think Luke would want anything to do with me after what I did to Vinny.

Not that I regretted it or anything.

"What?" I asked, meaning for it to come out much snarkier than it did.

"I just, I was thinking since you know about Vinny now, you ought to tell me what happened that night a few weeks ago. When you wigged out over the word thing." He said, gaining a sudden confidence in his words and moving his eyes up to meet mine.

"I don't owe you shit." I said, choking on the words. Explaining myself to him was sure as shit at the bottom of my to do list.

"You've treated me like shit, literally stabbed me, beaten me up, put my boyfriend in a hospital, the least you could do is just explain it to me. I'm not asking for your fuckin' life story, just this one thing." He said, and by now he'd made his way into my dorm and up in my face.

I wanted to get back up in his face, you know, cuss him out and scare him off, but I decided against it. I knew if I did that he'd probably walk out, and really cut me out. And I kind of didn't want that.

"Fucking fine. Have a fucking seat, your highness." I spat instead, slamming the door shut.

But instead of cowering in fear or anything, he walked right over to my bed and sat down, before kicking his feet up and putting his hands behind his head. Jesus Christ, this kid's gonna be the death of me.

I sat down on the end of Nate's bed, since he was with Caitlin for the night, and clapped my hands together.

"Daddy issues." Is all I said.

"Daddy issues?"

"Yeah, daddy issues."

He paused. "You gonna elaborate, or..."

"I don't know, man. My dad always expected me to be some angel of a kid. Made me read all the time, belted me when I got less than an A on a paper. He wanted me to succeed. Gave me shit when I got things wrong."