Long Way Home {Lashton} HIATUS

Chapter 1.

Luke's POV

I came to a halt by the mirror as I made sure my blonde hair was perfectly quiffed before leaving for work. I work at my parents bookstore, it sucks but it pays the bills. Its quite a popular bookstore in our area, Hemmings Hardcovers, I've always thought it sounded dirty, but when my mum came up with it she was rather proud of herself, so my dad just kinda went with it.

I waved goodbye to my kiwi roommate, Calum. My parents gave him a job at the bookstore, but theyve made sure that we rarely work the same hours because they don't trust us together. I walked through the door and closed it gently behind me, twirling my car keys around my forefinger. When inside my car I turned my radio on, I only listen to Kerrang radio or my CDs when I'm in the car. I bobbed my head to american idiot by Green Day. "Don't wonna be an american idiot!" I basically screamed out the lyrics as I made my way to work.

I parked in the staff carpark behind the building which we shared with the shop next doors staff. It was a fast food restaurant, which is where I usually went for lunch no matter how many times my parents warned me about the chemicals they put in their food. As I made my way through the back door, I attached my name badge to my buttoned up shirt. I'm glad my parents aren't in today because I'm wearing my black vans and apparently theybarent suitable for work.

I started my shift of at the tills, serving the occasional customer who'd come up with no more than two or three books. As the door opened I smelt a waft of greasy chips. I peered up to see the curly haired boy walk in who works next door, which would explain the smell. He comes in here once or twice a week, he doesn't always buy something but always smiles before he leaves. Today he took an interest in The Fault In Our Stars by John Green. He strolled over to me, book in hand.

"Is this any good? A few friends have told me it is" He pushed his thick rimmed glasses further up the the bridge of his nose with his rather long forefinger.

I nodded and sent him a smile "It will rip your heart out and destroy your feelings though. I cried like a teenage girl when I read it and watched the film version"

He laughed, showing his perfectly straight teeth. I couldn't help but smile when I noticed the two dimples at each corner of his mouth. "It sounds perfect, I'll just get this then please"

After he paid and I bagged up the book, he left but of course didn't forget to smile at me. I saw him walk outside and join a lilac haired boy before disappearing out of sight, obviously going back go work. I always see him walking home alone, I attempt to ask him if he wants a lift, but he speeds up. I'm guessing he doesn't want to get in a car with a stranger.

For all he knows I could be a mass murderer. I still could. But I'm not.

As lunchtime slowly approached I made my way next door into the fast food resturaunt. The uniform the staff wore was awful, the thick t-shirts they wore were a mustard yellow colour with mossy green sleeves. If the fashion police existed, this establishment would be closed down in a heartbeat.

The woman who served me had her bleach blonde blonde hair tied up into a bun which was covered by a blue hair net, and a mossy green hat sat on top. I gave her a quick smile before asking for my usual "A cheeseburger with no pickle, please" Just the thought of having pickle in a burger, or ever eating it for that matter made me cringe. The taste is vile. As she let the 'chefs' know of my order, I paid with the exact change. I waited for a little less than four minutes and I was handed my burger in a paper wrapping.

I took my usual seat by the window and took a large bite out of my burger. The pickle-free taste made me smile sightly even though grease dripped from the burger onto the wrapper that now sat on the table. I don't really know why I still eat here other than it being so close. But something draws me back everytime.

After I finished my burger I watched as a large hand reached out for my rubbish and picked it up. I looked up to see the curly haired boy, but this time he wasn't wearing glasses. I smiled up at him as I usually do but he turned away without even looking at me. My jaw dropped open in disbelief as I stood up and walked out of the store. Bit rude!

I walked back into the bookstore and continued with my shift. I just dragged myself around the store for the next three and a half hours, neatening the shelves and putting books back into their correct places. Only one customer asked me for help, to reach a book from a higher shelf. Its not fun being tall, its just like being a slave to the shorter folk.

As my shift came to an end, I waved goodbye to the staff that had to stay beings they hadn't finished their shift. Inside I was screaming 'Suckers!'. I clocked out before getting back into my ford fiesta. I turned Kerrang radio on, of course. I didn't recognise the song but it had a nice beat to it so I nodded along. I turned left out of the car park and soon enough I saw the curly haired boy walking home, by himself.

I slowed down once again, attempting to offer him a lift but he picked up his pace as if he was scared. Fine! My generosity is wasted on some people. I turned the music up and sang as more familiar songs blasted through the speakers. On the drive home I couldn't help but think back to the curly haired boy.

As I arrived home I dropped my keys onto the table. I stopped in my tracks as I heard a thumping coming from upstairs. I followed the noise to Calums door and saw a sock hanging from the doorknob. Lovely, this is going to be a long night.

{A/N: So, this is probably better writing than my other fanfic, 'Your In The Band'. I think it is anyway xD Anyway.. I've got this story all planned out :3

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