Enigma <<Luke Hemmings>>

Chapter 2:

//Luke's POV://

"Luke. LUKE!"

My shoulders were being shook wildly as a familiar voice hissed in my ear. Groaning, I rolled to my right, facing away from the stranger who had interrupted my blissful dream.

"Time to wake up, you bastard!" Ashton giggled before manhandling my shoulders, yet again. I let out another disapproving groan before cuddling my worn, overstuffed penguin plush closer.

"mmmmmphhh 5 more minutes..." I managed to grumble out through the thick haze of the dream state I was still half in.

"Alright, suit yourself. But, we're 10 minutes away from Sydney..."

"We're what?!" I kicked the covers off of my body, and was met with Ashton's smirking face bent over the edge of his bunk from above.

"Knew that would wake ya right up!" He giggled before his face disappeared, and was replaced with his legs, before he hopped down. I groaned, sliding out of the bunk, and shuffling towards the front of the bus where -surprisingly- Calum and Michael already were. Due to the fact that I was still more than half asleep, the jostling movement of the bus made me stumble around as if I were on ice.

"Mornin'," Michael sighed, mid-yawn. I groggily mumbled a reply as I stuck my head in the mini fridge, to try to find something that wasn't expired, or wasn't some remnant of a fast food run from the past few days. After a good 30 seconds of searching, I let out an exasperated sigh, as I settled on a apple juice box that was crammed in the back. I slouched in the booth across from the other two, and let my thoughts wander to what I remember of what I dreamed last night, while idly sipping on my juice.

I had dreamt about how Kayla and I used to play in the park together as young kids; her wavy, brown hair swaying as she ran. And that giggle, who could forget it? Or that smile that made the clouds part. Most people knew her as the 'sweet and innocent one', but what a lot of people didn't know, is that if you peeled back a few layers, there was a sassy, wild, and spontaneous side of her that not many people ever get to see. I was one of the fortunate ones who have gotten to experience that side of her. She had opened up to me, made inappropriate jokes on occasion, rolled her eyes at the occasional corny jokes I'd crack, and would match it immediately with a witty quip.

She was a pretty amazing girl. My last memory of her, though, was from five years ago. Which leads me to wonder if she's changed at all?

Even if she has, I would obviously still accept her for it, as she was the first girl to ever take ahold of my heart. I don't plan on making the same mistake of leaving her again.

"Earth to Luke?" I flinched slightly, as Ashton snapped his fingers in front of my face with one hand, while securely holding a fluffy white towel around his waist with his other. "Man you were out, what were you thinking about?" His chuckle abruptly cut off as the first tear slid down my cheek. Even though I wiped it away almost immediately as it fell, I knew it was too late; he saw. "Mate, I'm so sorry, I-I didn't mean to make it any worse for you..." He sighed, wrapping an arm around my broad shoulders in an awkward one-armed hug.

"You're getting me wet, Ashton, get off!" I chuckled, pushing his damp shoulders back.

"ASHTON'S GETTING YOU WHAT?!" Calum hollered from a few metres away, as him and Michael broke into fits of immature laughter.

"Damn right I am." Ashton snapped, wiggling his hips a bit before strutting back to the bathroom. I couldn't help but shake my head at the guy who was supposedly twenty, yet acted as if he was 13.

"GUYS LOOK!" Michael suddenly barked, as he jabbed a finger towards the far window. The three of us scrambled over to where he sat, staring outside. I was immediately bombarded with a hundred different emotions, as the bus turned sharply onto our street. Not some different, foreign named street that we were all used to passing everyday for the past few years. Our, street. The anticipation seemed to keep building, until the driver finally pulled to a stop in front of the house we used to call home.