The Only Reason (Muke)

Psychotic Girls

Luke's P.O.V

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After a few seconds of just staring at the electronic in my hand, I finally heard Michael, "Aren't you going to answer it?..."

I nodded, slowly clicking the 'accept' button before pressing it against my ear, praying to anything that was real it was real and not some joke, "Hello?"

"Hey, Lukey"

I almost dropped the phone. I almost stopped breathing, "Ashton?.."

"The one and only," he said, a chuckle flowing through one ear and out the other.

I wanted to scream in frustration. I wanted to punch something. I wanted to cry tears of hatred, pain, agony, relief, happiness, and bliss. I wanted to hug something forever and never let go. I wanted to smile. I wanted to see him. I wanted to shun him.

"... Where have you been?" I asked.

"Come outside,"

Without thinking twice, and not really meaning too, I practically threw a confused Michael off me and sprinted towards the door, swinging it open and almost tripping over my own feet before running outside.

The only thing that stopped me from moving was when I ran into something.

"Whoa, watch yourself,"

I quickly stepped back, getting ready to apologize to whoever, but my words stuck in my throat when I caught the sight of hazel eyes staring up at me.

A smile lit up on his face, making him look so damn adorable, "Lukey!"

I didn't have time to respond before his arms suddenly circled around me, pulling me in for a hug so tight I literally couldn't breathe. "Ashton.... Need air..."

He quickly pulled back with wide eyes, "Shit! Sorry,"

I exhaled a long puff of air before rubbing my ribs which he possibly crushed, looking at him, "It's okay..."

I just stared. His voice had gotten deeper than before, and I think his accent has lightened a bit. His hair had gotten longer and was curly, and it suited him. He actually looked kind of cute. And Jesus, when he hugged me, it was very obvious he grew some muscle.

"Uh... Luke?"

I snapped my gaze from his attractive face to only be met with another as I turned my head, seeing Michael with his bright red hair staring at me and Ashton with a question mark look. He looked between us, "Am I.. Interrupting something?"

"U-uh, no!" I sputtered oh so brilliantly, distancing myself from the hotty in front of me a bit so it didn't look like something more- even though it really was.

"Hey," Ashton smiled at Michael, doing a small nod of acknowledgment, "I'm Ashton,"

Michael nodded slowly at him, looking at me and raising his brow, "You've never mentioned him before,"

"Really?" Ashton said, surprised before looking at me, obvious hurt on his face, "Not even once?"

Oh man.

"Uh, why don't we go inside and have a drink? Get to know each other more?" I suggested, even though I wanted to run away from the situation screaming.

Ashton smiled big before interlocking arms with me, "I'd love that!"

As we made our way back into the house, in my peripheral vision I could see Michael give a look of hurt and betrayal before following us, lagging behind.

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"Where have you been?" I asked after I placed the cup with hot green tea filling it down on the table, turning just slightly to look at him.

Michael was next to me, staring down at his drink while he took his time, slowly meeting my gaze, "I told you. I moved over seas,"

"But not one phone call?" I wanted to cry and punch something, "No text messages? Hell, even letter to let me know if you were alive?"

"I left you a letter," he said, starting to avoid my eyes.

"Why did you leave though?" I asked quietly.

When he stayed silent, I wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. What's so bad that he can't tell me?!

"Why did you even fucking come back if you obviously don't want to talk to me?" I asked without really meaning too, turning my head to avoid the shocked look he sent my way.

"Wha- the whole reason why I came back is because of you,"

I didn't know. I wanted to do nothing but cry. I stood up and avoided his gaze as I spoke, "Come talk to me when you're ready to explain yourself."

I turned my back and walked to the door. I grabbed the doorknob to open it, but it ended up swinging open, almost hitting me in the face.

The most hilarious and frightening sight stepped in, and I didn't know if I wanted to laugh or scream.

Her usual styled perfect black hair was now a god awful birdsnest- no exaggeration. Her normal black smokey eyed and red lipstick looked deformed, her mascara running down her face and eyeshadow smeared across her lids and under, making her look like a raccoon. Her lipstick was just smeared across her cheeks. Her tanktop was tussled, one of the spaghetti straps hanging off her shoulders.

She looked like fucking Jeff the Killer!

She scowled, looking literally like an animal (a raccoon maybe? Haha), "Luke fucking Hemmings, I'm going to kill you!"

"Whoa! Alexia, calm down!" I said with huge eyes.

Behind me, I could hear Michael laughing his ass off, and I turned my head to glare at him. Ashton just looked seriously confused.

Damn psychotic girls!

"I'm going to kill you!" she shrieked, pretty much lunging at me.

Easily, I stepped aside, making her grab air. I furrowed my brows at her confused, "What did I do?"

She continued to try to hurt me, but I easily avoided her every time, "Because thanks to you, Jason left me you dick!"

I rolled my eyes, "Dude, you cheated on me,"

She only growled as a response.

I sighed. This will be a while.