It should be simple... (A Luke Hemmings Fanfic)

moving out

the final bell at school rang, signaling the end of the day.meaning moving in with the aussies. i had no idea if CeCe would be at home or not. i hoped to god that she wasnt. which she probably wasnt, she was most likley giving someone a blow job for a dollar right now. luke and i took the bus to my house and we didnt speak the whols ride back. we just shared a pair of headphones and listened to 'damage i've done by Anarbor' on repeat.

im not going to lie i was scared out of my mind, i was shaking and my knees were moving up and down and my breathing was quick and rapid. luke noticed this and put his hand on my thigh in an effort to calm me down.

lukes p.o.v

she looked so scared and there was nothing i could do to help her. i placed my hand on her thigh in an effort to calm her but it didnt work, nothing seemed to be able to calm her down. i felt so powerless and i know she was trying to control it but her anxiety was getting the best of her. i felt so sad. i really wanted to help her and one day i will. if its the last thing i do i will find out the truth the whole truth about Claire Evans and i will help her overcome all these problems in her life. its weird how drawn i am to her and how i care so much more then i should but i cant help it. and i dont know why. im still really worried about the scars on her wrist but since i only got a glimps i cant say that they even were from her cutting herself, and if they were im sure she's stopped i mean she wouldnt cut herself, right? no im right i have convinced myself that she has stopped. im 100% sure of it. i snapped out of my thoughts when i noticed the bus had come to a stop. we were here.

claires p.o.v

this was it, the last time i would ever step foot in this house again. the bus fully stopped and the door opened. i gave luke a small nod and we got up at the same time to get off the bus, me leading the way. when we finally reached the end of the bus i was very reluctant to get off. i didnt want to face this, face my life and face all this pain. but i knew i didnt have a choice this was real and it was happening. sometimes i wish that i would one day wake up and i would be 11 again and my mom would still be alive, but then i remember that if that happened i would have never met luke, or cal or ash or michael and i wouldnt know bella judit and chloe. i really wish my life would be simple but its not and it never will be.

when the bus finally drove away i didnt move for a solid five minutes just staring at the house remembering all the good times with mom dad and CeCe, before mom died and before stan came into the picture. after mom and dad got divirced my dad moved somewhere in europe and i havent heard from him since. he stopped paying child support after mom died and i really missed him but i know im never going to see him again.

"claire?"

"yes"

"come on, its time"

"i dont want to luke"

"i know, but you have to face it. and im here i will help you through this" luke said putting his arm around me.

"thank you"

"your welcome, now come on lets go"

"what if CeCe's here"

"then i will help you deal with her"

"alright well then... its now or never"

"after you"

i took a deap breath and took a few steps forward. when i reached to door there was a note which i assumed was adressed to me

hey slut, im working. get your shit and get out

classy, i thought to myself i heard luke mumble 'bitch' under his breath but i decided to ignore him.

we walked inside and the house was compleatly torn to shit. CeCe trashed the place, most likley from rage.

we walked up into my bedroom to find that it was actually still clean. untouched actually.

the whole process of getting all my shit into bags actually went by a lot faster then i thought it would. i was also more emotional then i thought i would be. this was where i grew up, this house holds all my memories, good and bad. i know it doesnt feel like a home for me anymore but it did at some point and leaving it just makes me feel as if im giving up on it, giving up on my past life. i dont know it just all seems so sureal. a 15 year old getting kicked out of her house and having to live with three other 15 year olds and a 17 year old for god knows how long.

after everything was all packed up luke and i stood outside of my old house. we had already called a cab (making sure it was a van so all my stuff would fit). i wasnt in the mood for talking and i think luke knew that, but he also knew i needed some way to cheer up. so he passed me a headphone with weightless by all time low blaring through it. i took the headphone and smiled at him. luke placed his phone back in his pocket and wrapped his arm around me. i leaned my head on his shoulder and we stayed standing like that until the cab arrived.

*authers note, hey sorry i havent been as active as i want to be these past few days but im at my grandparents house for the week and im supposed to be social. but im going to try to write a new chapter through out the day when i have free time and then upload it that night. basically im gonna try and post one chapter everyday. i hope you have enjoyed so far and if you read this far into my authers note then your cool.*