deluded ♔ hemmings

take it off

deluded; take it off

b l a k e

        "Fuck, Luke. I sure have missed you."

        I lay in bed, the words I had said to the six-four blond who goes by the name of Luke - despite him saying he's only six-two at best, it's not true - run through my mind on repeat, making a soft sigh push past my lips.

        I knew I shouldn't have given into him so easily, but I couldn't help it. I was sad, and heartbroken that him and I had a falling out, because despite everything he has said to me, there is still a soft spot for the blond dork that I used to call my best friend, and I honestly don't think that that's ever going to change.

        I roll over in bed, watching the night sky though my window as I pull the blankets further up, trying to escape the cold air that was circulating through my room. It was late, or early I guess you could say, because I see the sun start to rise, the dark sky mixing with red, and orange.

        "Fucking great," I mutter to myself, rolling my eyes slightly, upset that I have got no sleep, and my alarm was going to go off any minute now to wake me up for school. It wasn't so bad though since it was Friday.

        I stand up from the bed, my feet taking me to the window. Due to my window being quite large, and low to the floor, I take a seat, pulling my knees to my chest. My eyes scan the dark blues, almost blacks of the sky, then travel to the lighter colors where they mix beautifully. They somehow remind me of Luke and I. Luke being the dark colors due to the fact that he's not exactly an open book, a mystery if you will, but none the less beautiful. He's got secrets, and problems, making his heart dark. Well, at least that's what I think, because he's changed, and not necessarily for the better. I look to the lighter colors, and myself comes to mind. I'm the complete opposite of Luke; bright and bubbly, and I wear my heart on my sleeve. I don't keep my emotions hidden very well, in fact I tend to throw them right out in the open. I find that it's better that way. Why would you keep your emotions hidden, when you can confront the person on how you're feeling and fix the solution? Don't get me wrong, I have secrets too, but I haven't let them change me. I'm still the same person I was when I was a child; easygoing and carefree for the most part.

        Luke and I were like night and day, but there were two short moments throughout the twenty-four hour period when they mixed, and created one of earths most beautiful sights.

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       "What's got you in such a weird mood?" I look up from the table, my eyes fall on my best friend. Her red hair in a messy bun, but she still somehow looks beautiful.

        "I don't know what you're talking about, Camila." I run my hand through my hair, a yawn escaping my lips. I can practically feel the bags under my eyes, making me realized just how sleep deprived I am. "I'm not in a mood."

        "Oh, bullshit. You are clearly tired as hell, and normally when you're tired you're a bitch," she starts, making me roll my eyes slightly. "but, you have this glow about you, not to mention you've had a smile on your face most of the day."

        I didn't know how to respond to her, and I kind of didn't want to. I didn't want to tell her that Luke and I are trying to rekindle things, because I know what she would say. So, that's why the truth about my 'weird mood' didn't come out of my mouth.

        "Mr. Johnson just had me stay back yesterday after school and helped me with some homework." I speak, the lie falling smoothly past my lips. "You know how attractive the man is, and I guess it's just been on my mind, which is why I'm so tired, because I kept thinking of him last night."