Different || Luke Hemmings ||

Chapter 5

Chelsea Smith

I took the bandage off of my ankle and stood up from my bed. I slowly walk to the door and smile slightly to myself.

"Hey.. No more limping Chelsea." Alex says.

"You're still off basketball and soccer team, Chels." He added.

I let out a groan and I walk down the stairs slowly, hearing my ankles crack.

"Ouch," Lea mutters.

"It's normal, don't worry about it." I grab my keys and head to the front door.

"Where are you going?" Alex ask, "we ran out of bacon last night."

;

"Hey Chel-"

"Shh!" I quickly shush Michael, "I want some alone time, Michael. Don't attract fans." I took another tub of vanilla ice-cream.

"Oh you already attracted one of your fans, Chels. And that's me!" Michael points to himself, smiling foolishly.

"That's a lot of tubs." Ashton pointed to my basket of 5 ice-cream tubs.

There's two vanilla, one chocolate and two strawberry.

"It's for Lea," I stated.

"Why are you guys here?" I ask them.

"Well, it's Walmart. We're having some fun..." Ashton says, giggling after.

"Yeah, I am getting out of here." I muttered.

"Hi Chelsea!" Calum waves at me, he is on top of Luke.

Like on his shoulders.

"Are you guys crazy?" I ask the both of them.

"Yeah!" Calum responded.

"Don't trip on air, Luke." I smile innocently at him.

;

I went to our backyard to play some basketball alone.

I pull the rack of basketballs onto the court and place it by side.

I grab the basketball, and dribble it a little.

"What do you think you're doing?" I froze in my spot, "erh... Checking the balls if they're pumped."

"You just got your bandage out, don't hurt yourself." Luke says, grabbing the ball from me.

He put it back on the rack but then decided to shoot a hoop.

It bounces off the board and hit my face.

"Oh crap, I am so sorry!" I put my hand over my face, Luke laughs lightly.

"Are you okay?" He grab my hand and held in his.

My heart started to pound really hard against my chest, "yeah." I muttered.

I look into his blue eyes, "what ever happened to us, Chels?" He whispered out.

He let go of my hand and left.

I then plop down on the lounge chair behind me.

;

"I can't believe we're going back home." Lea let out a high pitch squeal.

"Chelsea never been home for two years, you know." Lea says to the boys.

"How did you even communicate with your family?" Ashton furrowed his eyebrows at me.

"FaceTime." I simply shrug.

"Don't you miss your home or your bed? Or the puppy that you and Luke got a few years ago?"

Oh right, the puppy.

I think it is all grown up now.

"She's all grown up now, Chels. Don't you want to see the cute wittle guy?" Ashton ask.

Just reminds me of Luke too much.

"Chels?" Lea raise her eyebrows at me, "well, I am going home now." I stated.

;

"It's so wrong, Lea. I did such a bad thing to Luke." I muttered.

"Girl, when you were born, you already have been doing bad things." Lea says, taking out her grey luggage.

"I still love him, Lea. I feel so bad for the past two years, why didn't I try to call him or something? We were at those summer and winter shows, but we never approach them. Why didn't I do anything?"

A tear roll down my cheek, "confront him about it." Lea says, throwing clothes out of her walk-in closet.

"Why should I?"

"Because you're Chelsea Smith, you're the bravest person I know."

I am not brave at all.