Imagine [L.H]

15

LUKE'S POV:

"Michael, I wanna do something," I huffed.

"There's nothing to do really," Michael breathed out.

"Who was that girl you brought over?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed together as he stared down at me with multi-colored eyes.

"Lacey? Long story."

"Is she one of...them?" He questioned.

I nodded, smiling at the thought of her.

"Why are you friends with her then?" He scoffed.

"She's nice," I remarked.

At first, when I met her, I almost had a heart attack, because she could've easily reported my presence, being so close to the walls and all.

"I bet you know not one thing about her," Michael muttered, nudging my arm.

What did I know about her?

"She likes the color white," I thought out loud.

"Is that really it?"

"She likes to draw, and...."

"Is that it?"

I nodded.

"You guys are strangers! Why did you bring her here?"

I shrugged, "she was in a morbid ass room when I found her."

"Morbid?"

"Those people have sick minds. They have a room where they whip people, it's creepy," I explained.

"She must've done something," he remarked.

"Lacey? Please, the girl is clueless and contains the innocence of a six year old."

Michael shrugged.

"I want to talk to you ab-"

I cut Michael off.

"Michael! I came up with a song and I want you to hear it!" I yelled.

He smiled sadly but nodded. I quickly got out off his bed - Michael's a hell of a cuddler - and ran down the hall, towards my room.

Picking up my guitar case and running back to his room caused me to almost slip.

Socks and wood floors aren't the safest when combined.

"Alright, here I go," I said to myself.

I positioned the guitar onto my lap and took a breath before singing the small portion of what would be an amazing song.

"Don't stare at me like that," I chuckled.

Michael had been watching my every move, from when I came in to now.

"Right," he said and looked around the room, eyes avoiding me.

I cleared my throat before I began:

La la la la la la da da
La la la la la la da da

Woo

Just a kid, it's all the same
Growing up, it doesn't change
Who are they to try and put us down?
Had enough of what they say
Sick and tired of all their games,
Stand up and sing it with me now

La la la la la la da da
La la la la la la da da

So save me from who I'm supposed to be
Don't wanna be a victim of authority
I'll always be apart of the minority

I paused, that was all I had so far.

Michael suddenly locked gazes with me, then nodded.

"That's all I have so far," I mumbled, fiddling with the guitar strings on the instrument I was holding.

"That was horrible!" Michael yelled.

"Oh, fuck you!" I scoffed.

"Gladly, what time?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Shut up," I said, feeling my cheeks blush.

"Did you like it or not?"

"Yeah," he said.

Michael wasn't someone that'd go into detail about what he liked and disliked. If you asked him if he liked something, he'd simply say yes or no. He'd never go into detail. About anything really.

I once asked him if he'd ever experienced love.

Shockingly, he said yes.

I asked with who, and he didn't respond.

"Your hair color is fading," I said randomly, tugging at a strand of hair on his forehead.

"Ugh, I know. I haven't been able to find a bottle of hair dye in almost six months."

"You're such a girl," I teased.

He playfully smacked me on the arm, which actually really hurt...for obvious reasons.

I bit back a gasp of pain and shook it off.

No one even knew I was hurting myself, well, only Lacey.

But I doubt I'll ever see her again.

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Holaaaa!

This part had a lot of talking.

I feel like there's not enough dialog in this story, idk why.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter!

It was really short and sucked but I feel like I've sinned hardcore if I go a day without updating.

Thanks for all the views - once again - that this story receives.

Someone even told me they thought I could get a book published, you know who you are!
She made me life tbh.

Excuse any mistakes I made.

I love you all so so much!

~xoxo~

Linda