Letters from Luke

note five.

During one of our concerts I started to tear up when the fans sang our song lyrics. Did I even need to sing them the songs? Hearing their voices uniting together was everything to me. 

Anyways, when I was sitting in the tour bus just looking out the window, I thought about the time where we were in school together. 

I was sad the day you left me by myself one day.

Well, you were sick throwing up all night and coughing mad crazy. I walked over to your house one morning waiting for you to eat your cereal because your mom will literally not let you leave the house until you eat something. 

She told me that you were sick and didn't feel too well. My face dropped from happy excitement, to sad and dull. It took me five minutes with me on my knees on your front porch begging your mom to let me see you before I go to school without you that day.

I made my way to your room slowly and quietly. Usually normal sick people would be sleeping all day, but you know what I saw you doing?

Your laptop was placed beside you as you were listening to music. Your head bobbing along to the beat of the song. I couldn't help but laugh at you because you were terribly sick, but your music and tumblr was important to you. 

You smiled at me, patting the spot next to you on the bed. I had fifteen minutes left to walk myself to school, or I'd be late. I really wanted to sit with you and listen to music all day even if you were sick, but I couldn't because my mom was really strict about my attendance. 

I did promise you to call after school to tell you anything that you missed. Nothing new happened really. Teachers lectured us about things, and it was weird because I was actually listening in class that day. Maybe it was because you weren't there to distract me.

But lunch time came around and I sat with my friends. Of course they asked where you were, and I told them that you were sick. 

A group of girls sitting at a table near us were talking about you. Eating my ham and cheese sandwich my mom packed for lunch, I over heard them saying rude things about you. 

I got angry because you were like my best friend, and I'd do anything for you to be happy. You just moved to the city, and didn't know anything or anyone for awhile until my friends and I talked to you. 

I was a shy kid in school and everyone knew that. But when those girls talked about you like that, I just lost it. I stood behind one of the girls, shaking my head disappointingly at how cruel they could be. 

I told them to back off and leave you alone. They stared at me oddly, but they shrugged their shoulders. One of my friends lead me back to the table before my mouth would explode with things that shouldn't be said at that age. 

That night I laid in my bed and thought about what happened that day. I stood up for you because you kind of meant a lot to me. You were different. And even though if you were there that day and you heard the girls talking about you, you would just shrug it off and not care. But I did. I cared about you and I still do. 

Maybe one day if you decide to write me back,

will you?

SIncerely,

Letters from Luke.