Friction || Luke Hemmings

Luke- 01

She looked so sad, it made my heart hurt.

I missed having her by my side. She was always smiling and laughing, which in turn had me smiling and laughing. She was my best friend. I always thought she would be forever. But then she went behind my back, plunging the knife deep.

When Michael and Calum had asked me to come play with them, just to see how it went, I was very skepticle. I didn't think it would go well, becase I was nothing like them. But it hadn't gone bad, not bad at all. We actually sounded really good. I couldn't wait to tell her. But then Calum said something I would never forget, something that had my world crashing around me.

"She was talking to some chick, I heard her say she thought you were a loser. That you couldn't sing, you were the ugliest thing she had ever seen and it was no wonder you were a virgin."

It hurt. I mean she was supposed to be my best friend, and she just fucking made fun of me.

It probably hurt worse that she said I couldn't sing. The ugly part I could ignore, although it hurt, I could ignore that. And I mean, I was a virgin, but that was easy to get rid of, and I did quickly after I heard what she said. But the singing thing hurt. She had always told me I could sing, and it meant the world coming from her. She even helped me record some of my covers. She even came up with my YouTube name; Hemmo1996. I hated the things I said to her. But I only did it because she hurt me. I think my heart actually shattered when Calum told me what she said.

And they've been there for me ever since.

Together we got to play gigs everywhere over town, and we got invited to parties every weekend. Which meant a new girl every weekend. I felt dirty, disgusting even, after every hookup. It meant nothing, and I had always thought I would wait. I had always thought I would lose my virginity to her, if I'm being completely honest.

But instead, I lost my virginity to some random chick at the first college party Ashton had gotten us into. I didn't even know her name. That haunts me everyday. I lost something that was supposed to mean something, to some random stranger.

But after that girls were throwing themselves at me. All of them except the one I actually wanted. So every weekend I had a new girl, but only to distract me from the one I lost. The one who I thought I had loved, but was apparently wrong. And every time I look at her, my heart still races and my stomach goes crazy with nerves. And every time I have to push the feelings down, and remember what she did. What she said. The reason I had to cut her out in the first place.

I just didn't know that when I cut her out, everyone else would too. All of the people she was at least acquaintances with stopped talking to her. I didn't realize that I had that much influence over people, and it killed me everyday to see her alone.

But I couldn't do anything about it. She brought it onto herself.

"Dude, focus." I snapped my head up to look at Ashton.

"Sorry." We were currently sitting in his apartment, working on some new songs.

"How did we end up here?" Michael asks, tapping his pen against his knee.

"How did we end up talking, in the first place." Calum mimics him, but surprising us all, it actually worked.

"That was good." Ashton laughs, Michael quickly writing it down in his book.

"How did we end up talking, in the first place..." Ashton mumbled, trying to add more. "You said you liked..." He starts, looking around his room.

"My hair?"

"My eyes?"

"My dick?"

"My band?"

"My band Tshirt?"