(Luke's POV)
I poked the burnt sausages and toast on my plate with my fork. They had become cold since I had begun thinking about Taylor leaving.I had overthought about it alot since she told me , almost way too much.It just didnt seem real.
My stomach growled but I refused to touch the food . I was sure that if I ate Id surely puke it up. I felt empty. Normally the thought of any form of anything edible makes me happy . But today , It makes me feel sick.
The door clicked open behind me, I didnt turn around to see who it was. The fridge door opened and then quickly closed, the sound of a can opening echoed through the silent room. A cold hand touched my back and I turned to finally greet the other person in the room. As soon as my eyes caught Jamie's I burst into tears. She patted my head and sat in the chair beside me.
"Are you alright Lucifer?" She asked me , takinng a sip of her can.
"Not really , but I will be. So don't you worrry about me," I mumbled into my hand. I didnt want anybody worrying about me, especially Taylor. If she worried about me at all , considering what is happening with her , Ill never forgive myself.
"Luke, youre one of my closest friends , Id think by now you can tell me whats wrong with you," she said. She grabbed my hand , in a non-romantic way.
"Im just not ready for her to go," I whined. I let my head fall to her shoulder , my eyes focusing on Michaels Jack Daniels shirt she was wearing underneath a red flannel.
" Luke , let it out now. None of us want you crying at the airport when they finally close the plane door,okay? I, for one want both you and Taylor to be strong. I know shes your sunshine, your world . your everything and letting her go wont be easy. You love her, she loves you, distance wont change thing. Well , except for timezones. Even then, you gotta try make it work. Stay strong in the airport, then on the way home , you can either breakdown or we can all jam out to stupid bubblegum pop songs and pretend she never even left. If you want we can order pizza and watch Mean Girls. Does this sound good?"
This made me very happy, that was easily the quickest way to my heart."Of Course !" I dried my wet face and flicked my fringe out of my eyes.
"Luke , I wont be disapointed if you cry at the airport I hope you know that."
"Yeah I do. Thanks for looking out for me," I got up out of my sit to hug her . Her arms wrapped around my torso and her hair tickled my nose.
(Michael's POV)
Amy and I were watching and listening to Jamie and Luke's conversation through a crack in the kitchen door. The conversation was kind of cute, until Jamie mentioned Pizza and Mean Girls . Amy's mouth fell open , she punched the air and mouthed a "Yes Bitch."
We continued to listen in ,until we saw Luke stand up and we shit ourselves. We made a run for the sitting room an of course Amy made it successfully . I , on the other hand, fell over and landed straight onto my back. Amy grabbed my legs and dragged me into the sitting room. My Metallica shirt got stuck on a loose floorboard and came completely off. She continued to drag my shirtless body into the sitting room and closed the door behind us .
"Act casual," she said , running and jumping onto, what I call 'The Loveseat'. I got onto the couch closest to the door , screaming quietly when my back came in contact with the cold leather. I crossed my legs , pulling a random magazine from underneath the table.
The door clicked open and Jamie and Luke were standing there , Jamie holding my shirt in her hands.
"Missing something Mikey?" She asked throwing my shirt at me .
