Five minutes.
It was eleven in the morning and it had been five minutes of Luke's mom knocking on his locked door and she wouldn't give up.
He had come home with red eyes and a petrifying smell of beer at five in the morning, on a Friday. Of course, in the moment she didn't say anything about it because she already knew the kind of responses she would receive, and she wasn't up for it.
Of course, she wasn't just gonna let it go, annoyingly so for Luke. But he wanted to sleep because of the headache-giving hungover. So, as always, he was gonna do the thing he was best at.
He was gonna leave.
Without making noise, he got up from his bed and since he hadn't taken his clothes off from yesterday, he just opened the window. Although he suddenly heard his mom say words he hadn't heard from her in a long time.
"Please, Luke... I love you".
He sighed and looked at the door. He then closed the window and walked back into the room, twisting the doornob and letting her teary-eyed mother in. He sat down on the edge of his bed as she approached him.
Why was he doing this? He sure as hell wasn't in a good mood. But something about hearing those words out of his mom moved his insides and he left the need to see her face, even if it was just to tell her to fuck off.
''Luke...'' she started softly as she sat down beside him. He kept his gaze on his shoes, fiddling with the fabric of his black shirt. ''Luke... How are you?'' she asked and he was caught off guard by the question. He was expecting her to call him out on his bullshit and give him shit about his behavior.
''I, uh... I'm good, I guess?'' he shifted uncomfortably on the bed.
''Do you mind telling me about... I don't know, how's the band thing doing?''
Luke fought the urge to smile a little at the question and answered honestly. ''We're doing good. Still in the garage, but good nontheless''.
She smiled, the frown on her eyebrows drifting away, along with the tightness in her chest.
''And what about girls?'' she said softly and he chuckled.
''Not much. There's been some girls here and there but nothing serious yet. I don't think I'd mind a girlfriend, to be honest''.
Honesty.
What is honesty?
Of couse everything has a dictionary definition but can you really define everything so everyone agrees with the definition?
Honesty.
Luke was being honest right there, because he was oddly calm with his mom's presence. But when he got mad, he would yell at her and tell her to fuck off. He would tell her he was fine. And in the moment he believed the words strongly. But there are times when he would doubt about it. Was he really fine or was it just his mind twisting his definition of honesty for a few moments just so he could have some sanity?
''Luke?'' his mom asked, interrupting his thoughts.
Why do I get poetic all of a sudden? he laughed in his mind.
''Sorry'' he cleared his throat, ''what did you say?''
She shook her head with a grin plastered on her face. Luke had always been a distracted guy, but she was glad she could witness him like this. ''I asked if there isn't anyone that you're interested in right now'' she repeated.
''Uhm... No'' he said.
''Oh, common!'' she laughed and he found himself smiling as well. ''You can't honestly tell me there's no one you're interested in. Anyone?''
