Both of their eyes are closed

Luke

(This is a little mini part on how you and Luke met)

Luke

You didn't meet Luke until high school. He had always worn darker clothes and he wouldn't talk to any people. Girls ignored him, and the only attention he got from anyone was the occasional popular boy who would sit down at his empty lunch table and talk at him as a dare or as a joke.

One day you had decided to sit down with him. Calum, Michael and, Ashton had different lunch periods, so you normally sat alone anyway.

You didn't say anything to him, and he didn't say anything to you. You both would just sit there and quietly eat your food, acting as if the other weren't even there.

You remember how surprised he looked when you sat there again the next day, but again, neither of you said anything.

This went on for a few weeks, neither of you saying anything. You began to wonder if he could even talk at all.

One day, as he was leaving the table after lunch, he slid a piece of paper over to you, then quickly got up and left.

You eagerly unfolded the paper, not knowing what you expected to be on it.

When you opened up the little piece of paper, written on it in perfect cursive, in deep purple ink was one single word.

Hello.

The next day, right after lunch ended, you stood up and slid him a note of your own, and on the note read the same word.

He never talked. No one knew if he could.

One day you stayed late after school working on a project. You liked to work in the music wing after school because all of the rooms were covered in paintings that represented what the room was for.

You were sitting in the choir room taking a study break and messing around with the piano, when you heard footsteps in the hall. They were quiet, but you still heard them, and there was no rumble of the custodian's cleaning cart, or the tapping of heals, or any voices.

You heard them go into the auditorium, and decided to follow them. You pressed your ear up to the door, and heard singing.

You stayed and listened, wanting to know who was in there, but not wanting to open the door and have them stop or embarrass them.

So you listened, and when they stopped, you headed back to the music room and packed up your things to go home.

The next day you heard the footsteps again go into the auditorium. Sure enough the same voice was heard on the other side of the doors.

You were too curious to just listen this time. You headed round to the backstage door and opened it as slowly and quietly as you could. You stood off to the side of the stage and listened some more.

The boy sang and played guitar flawlessly. You peaked your head around the curtain, and saw Luke sitting there.

Being your usual clumsy self, you accidentally kicked over a small prop for that years school play and Luke jerked his head over and saw you standing there, each of you just as embarrassed as the other.

Luke got along with the boys just as well as they had gotten along with each other. And your group had its final member.