when we broke up >> l.h.

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~ Luke's POV ~

I don't know why Snoop abandoned me. I don't understand, and I can't understand. He always told me how much he loved me. Next thing I knew, he was breaking my little heart in two.

Calum jumped on my bed, forcing me out of my solemn slumber.

"Get your big ball of sadness ass up mate, it's time for our music video shoot."

I blearily blinked, still tired from last night's phone call. Getting up was the last thing I wanted to do. It was a reminder that I was alive, that Snoop and I really broke up.

"I don't want to go, Ashton," I croaked, my head still throbbing from the shots of whiskey and coke I had yesterday.

Ashton sighs, and seats himself on the edge of my bed. "Luke, you can't keep doing this to yourself. Snoop doesn't care about you anymore. You gotta get it through your head. He treats you so bad and there are other people that could be so good to you. And they could be right beside you. The way you are right now affects me, too. You need to get over him."

"Thanks for being such a good friend, Ash. I know that I'm being stupid. I just need some time." Ashton was right, and I needed to get my head out of my Aussie Arse.

"No problem. I love you, mate. No. Homo. Now let's get going, we have a video to shoot!"

I pulled on my "Complete Mess" tank top with a flannel over it and black ripped skinny jeans, and we got in the car with the rest of the mates. Still, feeling a bit off, I was silent for the most of the trip.

When we arrived at the site, a flood of memories came back to me. The ferris wheel and roller coasters came into sight, along with the Drop Zone, and my stomach dropped. Oh God. Not now. Not here.

The time he brought me to the amusement park came fresh into my mind. He won me a big stuffed penguin after wasting $50 on trying was probably the day I knew I loved him. We had hung out before, as friends, but this time was different. It was just us two alone, sharing some funnel cake and good times.

"Luke, I like you." That was one of the most heart fluttering moments in my entire life. We sat in the ferris wheel, and when our cart reached the peak, he looked me in my eyes and confessed. I was already head over heels for Snoop, since the first time I listened to his album Tha Doggfather.

This was also the time of our first kiss. After I accepted, he leaned in with his chocolate lips, and for the first time, we were connected as one.

My mood soared at the thought, and then sunk remembering that Snoop wasn't mine anymore. Slowly, tears formed in my eyes, and dropped to the cement, sizzling on the hot summer pavement.

~ Snoop's POV ~

I regretted all those words I said to my baby boy. The way his voice cracked when speaking to me still tore me to puzzle pieces that would never connect again. It brought back the memory of the time Luke came back home with red puffy eyes because of a bad day in the studio.

"Snoopy Poopy? Are you home?" He sounded tired, broken.

"Yes, Luke? What's wrong boy? Why are you home, I didn't expect you to be home for another couple hours."

"I had a bad day at work. The boys were constantly shitting on me because my voice wasn't strong enough for the What I Like About You solo. They were telling me how my voice kept cracking and that Michael should just take over my solo."

"Sing to me, Lukey Pukey." I just wanted to hear my angel sing once again.

"No, I can't. My voice is weak and ugly. You are an A class rapper, your voice is beautiful, I don't want you to laugh at me."

"I won't. Your voice is beautiful, I hear you sing in the shower and oh it makes my dick fling into action like boom boom pow. So, sing to me, lover."

The whole time he was singing to me, his crystal clear baby blue eyes were staring right into me. It gave me shivers running through my spine and penis.

He made me feel like I was living a teenage dream, even though I was in my mid 40s. He turned me on to the point that I couldn't even sleep at night because I was too busy thinking about his beautiful flawless face. Now, what is there left of me? He isn't here to fulfill my horny side. Every night I'm sleeping, I reach out for him, yearning for his touch. But he is never there for me, just the cold left side of my golden sheeted bed.

I wonder how I will survive without being the reason behind his smile. He's probably moved on to someone else now. It hurts to imagine him happy and moving on to someone that isn't me.
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