Luke

      I woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom.

There were posters in every corner of the room. When I bobbed my head up to the left, there was a Sum41 poster to greet me, and when I moved my head to the right side, there was a Blink182 poster to do the same.

The room was huge from where I was--wait. Where was I? I felt my arm touch the rough surface beneath me.Was I on the floor? Most probably. Well at least I had a pillow beside me; but boy did it stink.

I slowly got up from my position, but my head felt like it was going to explode. I scanned the room until something caught my eye: a black bass guitar.

What was I doing in Calum's room?

Just then, the door swung open, causing me to trip and fall down out of sheer surprise.

"Morning sunshine," Calum greeted me without a trace of enthusiasm. "Food's downstairs in case you're wondering."

I felt my stomach grumble at the mention of food. I wanted to reply, but no words would come out of my parched mouth.

He helped pull me up from the floor, and looked at me as if half expecting me to say something.

"My head hurts," I groaned.

"That's it?" he frowned. "Well good morning to you too."

"Fine. Good morning, mom," I grunted. "What am I even doing here?"

"I'll explain everything later. But in the meantime, wash your face!" He acted like I didn't wash in a month. "Meet me in the kitchen after."

I only nodded as I marched wearily towards his bathroom. He didn't seem to mind, so I proceeded.

I splashed the cool water on my face and winced for an unknown reason. The pain in my head was still there, but was fading away. I brought my head up and wiped it with my shirt, which reeked of sweat. Then I stared at my reflection in horror.

Aside from having the bruises (which were thankfully subsiding) on my nose and right cheek from Ashton when he hit me, something new was added to the picture. Two things actually.

A huge red mark on my left cheek and a small graze on the same side.

I rushed downstairs and headed straight for the kitchen, only to see Calum munching noisily as he held a bag of Doritos. His mom was lightly scolding him for doing so, until she saw me.

"Luke!" she gave me a warm smile. "How are you feeling?"

With the bruises on my face, I'm feeling spectacular.

"Fine, thank you Mrs. Hood."

I had been to the Hood Family's house countless of times, (that they treated me like a relative already) and I thought it was still proper to address Calum's mom as "Mrs. Hood". She wanted me to call her 'mom', but my own mother would find it unacceptable.

When she left the two of us alone, I turned to Calum.

"Chips? For breakfast?" I furowed my brows.

"Aww would you like a glass of milk and some cookies instead?"

What did he think I was? Santa Claus?

"Not the cookies." My mom got raisin cookies for herself and chocolate ones for me since I was allergic to the dried fruit. One day she accidentally switched the contents of the two. Long story short: I was rushed to the hospital. "Maybe milk and cereal, if you have any."

"Done," he said, pointing to the meal on the table.

"You know me so well," I told him, pouring the cereal into the bowl.

"Washed up already?" he asked, taking a seat in front of me.

"Yeah," I grumbled. "And I took a look at myself in the mirror. Would you mind explaining to me how I got these two marks on my face?"

"The huge red mark is from Cara," he said, while examining it from afar. "She gave you one, mighty slap there," he laughed.

"What?" I looked at him dubiously.

"Yeah, mate. I just came from the washroom to see that you were so close to her. I think you whispered something after that, which made her fume. She was so angry so she slapped you," Calum now looked at me in disappointment. "When a girl slaps a guy, it's serious. But I don't know the full story so..."

"I don't remember what happened, Cal!" I lied. "Last night was such a blur."

"At least she didn't cry, so it's not so bad," he said.

"And the second mark?" I asked, trying to divert his attention.

"That's when I was bringing you to my house because you were drunk. When you went out of the car, you lost you balance and fell down," he guffawed. "It was hilarious."

"How's that funny?" I grimaced.

"The fact that you slipped on a banana peel," he snickered.

I glared at him. "Why was there a banana peel outside your house? And speaking of house, why didn't you bring me to my mom's house?"

"Do you really think your mom would be happy about you being drunk? Besides, I politely told her that we needed to talk about our project," he shrugged. "which is sort of true because I did half of our paper for History. You do the other half." he said, shoving the paper from the table, to my hand.

We chatted for hours after I forgot about the paper and soon got carried away with telling him about the band posters on his room. I told him I saw that he had framed himself holding a copy pasted picture of a dog that had a head the size of Jupiter. He denied it at first, then confessed it was something he edited when he was a kid using, of all things, microsoft paint.

"Can't you stay here for a few more minutes?" he begged when I told him I needed to go home. "My sister invited her annoying friends over and I'll be bored to death."

"I have a paper to finish," I rolled my eyes, waving the paper in front of him.

"Alright, alright," he said in defeat. "Take care, mate."

I turned my back on him, ready to leave then I shouted, "And next time don't make me sleep on the floor. It stinks!"

"I'll let you sleep beside my dog next time if it makes you feel better!" he shouted back.

"I bet your pup smells better than you!"

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I quietly walked, focusing on nothing else but the History paper that was half done. It was obviously rushed, so I made some minor changes in my head. After reading half of his part, I gave up. It wasn't such an intelligent idea to walk and read at the same time anyway.

I put the paper down and in front of me was a dog trotting around with a leash on its neck. It was like every person in this neighborhood owned a dog.

But when I looked at the owner of the dog, I realized that these turn of events made me unfortunate person

I lowered my head again, pretending to read Calum's part, but then I just had to look up again to see her face. Eventually, our eyes met and my first instinct was to, like any other person, say hello.

Which was a very horrible thing to do at this point.

"Hey."

She knew I was here so she couldn't possibly avoid me at this point...

but she did, and I was soon left to be by myself.

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I'll update tomorrow or even later so stay tuned.

But

CAKE AF tho

-God Bless!-