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Chapter 7.

He stopped me. He pushed at my chest and I quickly and awkwardly climbed off him. He looked at me with sad eyes.

"I'm sorry." He retorted. "I have to tell you something." He sheepishly smiled. I gulped and nodded slowly.

"I'm dating someone." He said turning away. I looked down to my hands and swiped a piece of hair behind my ear. My mouth gaped open slightly. "Who is a guy." He continued. I sighed and feft my eyes well up.

"Look I should've told you sooner, but I could see you falling for me slowly."

"Oh, I'm glad you told me." I sent him a fake smile and stood up.

"Look-"

"No. it's fine, seriously. I bet your really cute together. Does this mean we can't be friends?-"

"Well. No it doesn't. But my boyfriend says that he doesn't want me hanging around with you anymore."

"Why?"

He shrugged. "I like to follow his rules."

"His rules?"

"Yeah..." He drifted. "Anyway. I'll see you someday again." He smiled and made his way towards my door. I turned towards the opposite direction. I hugged myself. I heard the door click shut and that's when I lost myself.

I fell limp on my bed. I started up at the celling pondering about everything that just happened. Someone I was really falling for, doesn't like me back. Plus never will. And I won't be able to see them ever again. I broke my TV, phone, and all kitchen dishes as well. I just needed someone. I needed something. And I knew what that something was. Cigarettes. I jumped up from my spot willingly. I just needed an escape. That's what I planned to do.

I was going to my 'secret' place. My new lighter in hand and my pack in the other. I turned into the alley. I noticed new paints all over the walls. I noticed how much brighter the ally looked since I last was here. My boots slightly clicked against the concrete. I turned the corner again and kept walking forwards until I finally slid down the wall. Into my usual spot. I lit a cigarette, pulling it to my mouth. I decided to stand up this time, only to examine the paint on the walls. I walked only in a small area for a while. Just looking around at the little things people sprayed on to the stone. I jumped at the sound of someone walking. Sneakers clicking. A boy who's attention was on the wall to the side of me. His hands at his sides. His blonde hair in a quiff. He was tall and slim. I recognized the red flannel. The tight black skinny jeans. The all black Convers. I walked super slowly towards him.

"Luke?" I tried not to stutter. Luckily I didn't fail to fully say his name without stuttering or tripping a little. He spun around and when he saw me he didn't know what to say. He turned a slight shade of pink. He smiled at me a little, in hopes of me smiling back. Which I did. My heart did race and my stomach turned into a knot of feelings. But I didn't cry. and Im not on the verge of tears. We walked a little closer to each other. Talking distance.

"Wow. I haven't seen you in so long," He said trying to think of something to say. Yeah. you haven't. it's been too long. I had loads and piles of questions but now was clearly not the time to ask them. I turned the corner and he followed along with me. My cigarette still lit. He eyed it as we slid down the wall.

"Why do you have that?" He asked, his accent becoming a little thicker then usual.

"Um. I smoke." I stated not looking at him.

"Oh," His voice seemed sad. Upset. But why should he care?

"Yeah. So how was tour? How's the band?"