A Different Summer (A 5SOS, Luke Hemmings Fan fiction)

Chapter 49:)

LUKE POV

Ashton was right. There was nothing that could I could do to change my actions. I felt like I was stuck in one of those dreams, the terrible ones that you wake up from then realise, thankfully, that it wasn't real. Unfortunately, this wasn't the case. Every night I went to bed and woke up, the next morning nothing seemed to have change. I was stupid to think I was trapped inside a massive joke and someone would jump out from behind a fake wall and 'surprise me'. I honestly felt like I was living inside some retarded reality TV show.

The day that the tweet was tweeted out into the world I received this message from Bailey:

Luke,

Quite clearly this is your way at getting back at me.

But quite clearly you can't accept and believe me when I say,

NOTHING FUCKING HAPPENED.

This is a low, low move Lucas. I thought you where better then that, I was obviously wrong....

Goodbye Luke,

It's too late to say don't let fame get to your head.

Enjoy life,

Bai

It was most likely the longest text I'd ever received from her. It stared up at me from my phone screen, the little blue bubble just sitting there. My fingers hovered over the keys as I typed, hoping for some miracle.

I miss you Xx

I sent the message, watching as the word "Delivered" pop up beneath the bubble. Then, "Delivered" turned to "Read" with the time of 1:38pm beneath. I waited, staring at the screen for half an hour, waiting for the typing bubble to appear. Nothing. Nothing at all. I knew she'd seen the message, which meant she wasn't interested in replying. She wasn't interested in me.

Today had been a day like most others. Apart from the fact that we didn't have a show, it was an entire day of traveling on the tour bus. The Procrastination and boredom game had been strong. I literally rotated from sleeping, eating and strumming my guitar all day. With a small amount of studying for my HSC wedged in between. I now lay slumped in my bunk on the tour bus. My feet touched the end, these bed's, quite clearly hadn't been designed for 6 4" boys. It was weird having to sleep in a moving bus, the feeling of constant movement was a sensation that took be little under a week to get used too. However, it had now become a normality for me over the past 3 months. Gus, the bus, was my home. As sad as that sounds, it was the truth. Once we arrived in LA we would be staying in a house, which would be an awesome change . The curtain of my bunk area was half drawn and I had the Foo Fighters playing through my headphones, I wasn't interested in conversing with the other boys. Tonight I just wanted the serenity of my own company.

We where all doing our own thing, Michael was in the back room playing some game and Ashton was on the bunk beneath mine.

I looked up from my phone to see Calum coming towards me with a phone.

"Whassup Luke."

I gathered he was keeking, this was a regular occurrence on the 5SOS bus.

"Hello" I groaned, even to my ears my voice sounded tired.

"What are you doing right now?" Calum asked, even though he already knew, bringing the phone closer to my face.

"Listening to the Foo Fighters in my bed and squinting....." I trailed off mumbling beneath my breath for him to go away, I wanted to be alone.

"This is your bunk." Calum explained the obvious as he got a shot of the length of the bed.

"Where's penguin?" He questioned. To be honest I felt embarrassed showing on Keek that I still slept with a stuffed penguin. Yet, Bailey had given it to me before I left and I was having trouble separating myself from it. I didn't say another word as I slowly brought the large, plush animal into view, thrusting the creature into the camera lens.