Letters from Luke

note seven.

Remember the time when you were crying in the middle of the night?

You tried calling your other girl friends at three in the morning, but they ignored your call mainly because it's morning and they're sleeping. 

Your last person to call was me. You didn't mean to wake me up, but when you did I felt scared. You were sniffling through the other line and your breath unsteady as you stuttered through your words. 

I didn't really know what to do. Half of my mind was still asleep, as the other was awake. I asked if you wanted to come through my window and we could talk about it, but you said no. I didn't understand why you said no. 

You explained that you just wanted to hear my voice before you cried yourself to sleep. When you said that, I felt a million times more sad. What kind of person would allow you to cry yourself to sleep? I would never let you do that. 

Instead of you crawling to my bedroom, I thought that maybe having a little party with you will brighten you up. 

I quietly rummaged downstairs grabbing a bag of chips, a couple chocolate candies, a box of tissues, and your favorite soda you always order when we go out to eat. Somehow my mom woke up and found me looking through the kitchen cabinets. 

"Are you on your period, Luke?" I remembered her asking me. She laughed at all the items I clutched close to my chest. I shook my head, smiling shyly. 

"It's for her." I gestured my head towards your house next door. 

"3:17 in the morning?" 

"She's not feeling so well, and she called me. I want to make her feel better." I admitted. 

My mom nodded her head as she walked over to the closet. She pulled out a mini baby blue soft cover. "Lay this on her floor and give her all the things you're holding right now. Trust me, she'll love you for it." Mom suggested. 

She draped the cover over my shoulders. "Thank you for helping me." I whispered as I tried side hugging her. 

"Of course. She's lucky to have you as a friend." Mom smiled. 

I walked back up to my bedroom and opened up the window. I softly knocked on your window, not wanting to make such noise that your parents could have heard. You opened up the windows half way, a small smile already crept on your lips. Even a small smile meant everything to me. 

I laid the cover on your floor as my mom suggested. Your room was pretty black out dark, so I turned on a lamp you had on your study desk. 

Looking at all the things I laid on the cover, you hugged me tightly muttering a soft "Thank you." 

Your hair was hidden underneath the hooded sweat shirt you wore. You sat down across from me, tears already streaming down your cheeks once again. It was best to leave you alone and not talk about it, so I broke the chocolate bar in half handing it you. 

"We don't have to talk about it, but seeing you cry makes me want to cry to be honest." You lightly chuckled, hiccuping from your crazy lungs. You took the chocolate bar and took a bite. 

"I'll try to stop crying, but that will make it worst. Sometimes I start crying and there's no end to it." I moved from my spot so I was sitting down next to you. Your eyes continued to get watery again. I pulled one of your covers from your bed so I could place it around our shoulders. 

"You can cry my shoulder. It's okay." I whispered. 

"Your crazy, Luke!" You laughed and sniffled your nose. 

"I know I'm crazy," I smiled, "But I'm going to stay here until you fall asleep." 

"Then I'm not going to fall asleep." You placed your face on my shoulder. 

"You want me to stay until your parents catch me?" I asked. 

You nodded your head. "They'll get used to you don't worry. Besides, I'm not even tired yet."

"I am though." I fakely snored and closed my eyes. You giggled in my chest, a smile spreading on my lips. 

"Luke!" you whined. You lifted your face from my shoulder and crawled onto your bed. "Come sleep with me if your tired." 

"Okay." I whispered. I crawled next to you and spreaded the covers over our cold bodies. "Just going to give you a warning, I will start snoring loudly so I hope you can bare with it. I'm not leaving until the sun sets later." 

You laughed, shifting your body so you were facing me. "Sing me to sleep." 

At this moment, just laying in your comfortable bed made me really sleepy. I bit my lip, not really in the mood to sing since your parents could hear me. Instead I began humming your favorite song until the both of us fell asleep. 

Whenever you needed me, I would be there for you. Just like the time you were crying and needed me, I'm still here. So whenever your stupid face needs a voice to talk to,

Remember that I'm still here, okay? Even if it's those crazy 3 AM mornings. 

I'll be here waiting for you.

Sincerely, 

Letters from Luke.