Intoxicate Me; Luke Hemmings AU

*Z E R O*

As I take one step on the hardwood floors in the new house I can already tell I'm over it, and I swiftly make a U-turn to exit. Gripping onto my shoulders tightly and swinging me back around to face the white walls and musty boxes, my mom rests her head on my shoulder and whispers into my ear "you'll get used to it. Trust me, I already have" I can feel her squeeze my shoulders briefly and kiss me on the cheek before heading inside to start unpacking. 

I smile and follow her before taking a deep breath in. Maybe it wont be as bad as I'm anticipating. Moving to a new school was manageable, but to a whole new country was downright terrifying. The culture is different and having to adjust to the time difference and slang is exhausting. Taking another deep breath I head towards a box titled "Blair's Room" and begin to tug on it, dragging it across the soon to be living room.

"Don't hurt yourself kiddo" chuckles my dad as he lifts the box from the ground and begins to take it to my room. Rolling my eyes I take another and follow his footsteps up the spiraling staircase. 

"You know dad. I can handle myself just fine" I huff setting the box down in my new room scanning the walls and calculating the space that I now have to fill. 

"I know Blair, but you're my little girl. I have to help you out some times, even if you think you're grown" he smiles softly trudging towards the entrance of my room placing a hand on my shoulder. "I'll always have your back B" he says making an exit and leaving me to drown in my own thoughts. 

I love him, I truly do. I love them both. But all they have done for the past couple years is drag me across the world with them. Its exhausting having to constantly move schools and make new friends because your parents decided that being CEO's to a worldwide company would be smart. We live comfortably, maybe a little too comfortable and I'm grateful. But we barely spend time with each other, and when we rarely do all they talk about is how much they are here for me because in the long run, they know they're not. They do the bare minimum to keep our family together and that's all I need. 

I begin to unpack my boxes one by one. As I do so my dad unloads the rest of them at the entrance of my door blocking me from leaving. Running my hands through my long locks I quickly get moving and pack everything into my closet and personal bathroom before plopping onto my bed with a thud. 

I turn on my side and grab my journal flipping though the pages to find a blank page. I date the page and begin to jot down the events this day has held so far. I write down almost everything that happens each day to not only release my stress, but to have in case I forget some moments in my life. 

Growing uncomfortable by the must in the air, I slowly trudge down the staircase and head towards the patio up front. I sit on the bench and tuck a strand of my dark auburn hair behind my ear before I continue to journal away. 

My handwriting flows gently across the page before my train of thought gets interpreted by a car speeding by, slowing down by my house. They begin to lower their window and I get a glimpse of blonde hair before the window is rolled back up and they speed off.

"weird" I mutter to myself closing the journal and letting my mind race at the thought of school starting in a couple days. I have to mentally prepare myself for what's about to come. 

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Hi, welcome!

This is a new book I'm starting and I'm really committed to it. You can see I have other books that barely started and aren't close to being finished. I would delete them but I made those when I was barely 14 and now that I'm almost 18 I don't want to forget how I wrote back then. so just disregard them or maybe read them and I might continue the one that gets the most demands. 

anyways this is a little short but a cute backstory

thanks 

-T

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