My heart beats even crazier as the sound of my name escapes his lips. He looks worse than before, and that was only a week ago; this was a mistake coming here; a huge one. His eyes are all red, like he was high or something; he has lower bags under his eyes than before, and the sound of his voice was raspy and dark like.

We both look at each other with sad depressed eyes, this must have looked crazy as two once in love teens are now heart-broken and well-broken; outcomes of teenage love. We stay quiet until he finally pulls me in his house him guiding me to his room.

This house sends me back, a lot of things happened here, but for every time I look away; the more memories hit me; hard. The dining hall where I first met his parents, the bathroom where we-never mind, and his room, are all places I can remember so easily with just one look.

He steps in the room; letting go of my hand and tells me to hold on a second, as he slowly closes the door leaving a little crack for me to see through it. He's throwing a blanket under his bed to cover the dozens of empty beer bottles and cigarettes. I shut my eyes tightly wanting to see what the both of us used to be. But it doesn't come. The room stays dark and gloomy as the dark clouds start to come in, the wind is pounding on his window and the curtains are blowing everywhere.

I put my jacket on as he leads me to his un-made bed him sitting and me copying his actions. We sit in silence once again as rain starts to pour down from his window.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

He gets up and closes the window him sitting again but this time; he fold his legs in front of himself and turns to me. I look down at the ground as I see broken glass and pieces of ripped paper are all in a pile next to a trash can, I breathe out and look back up to him.

"I'm sorry." He says in a sad voice; I feel bad for him is what I do, that I wasn't the only one in the relationship that suffered.

"I'm sorry that I made you feel that way." He continues and tears escape his eyes as he speaks, I open my mouth and close it as he speaks once again.

"I'm sorry that I left you hurt, alone and scared, that I took you for granted and I'm sorry." His voice cracks but still; continues.

"Bella, I'm sorry for everything I've ever done to you and I swear; that I am truly sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen and now look at us." He motions toward the both of us and tugs at his hair, wiping his tear stained cheeks as he keeps going.

"We're these two miserable teens who's given up, and it was all my fault. It's always Luke's fault." He rambles on; but then pauses. He puts his lips into a thin line and looks at me.

My heart shatters into a billion pieces as I look at the boy before me. His eyes are truly; broken. I cry. I cry that I'm finally back to where I started, to the boy who I have fell madly in love with, the boy who I literally couldn't live without. This boy has driven me literally insane; our story is no cliché love story at all; but is reality.

I cry harder as I find the ripped piece of paper on the ground is him and me, at the park; where we had Michael take the picture of us at the exact moment. I smile weakly at the thought; Michael kept looking at his phone trying to beat doodle jump where he was so addicted to as Luke and I were sitting on the bench rambling on how we were going to the beach. That soft smile turned into a frown as I cried even harder than before.

I put my head in my knees as I softly sob beside Luke who was just sitting there; lost in his own world one tear falling after another. He gets up from where he used to be and wraps his arms around my body. We're both ice cold and depressed teens who are just desperate for love.

We're both sitting there with our arms wrapped around each other my neck on his; and his neck on mine. Me breathing in his scent for as long as I can.

-

I wake up with a body holding me; it's feels like ages when I've finally had good sleep. Luke's blonde hair is sticking out, out of the comforter as he stirs in his sleep, his mouth slightly open as he softly snores. Thunder hits and I jump; squealing in his arms and he jolts awake.

I'm not scared of lightning or anything but thunder is just too; loud. He's awake and softly chuckles; he wraps his arm around me and pulls me back in his arms. In just a few minutes in; he's snoring and is in deep sleep.

Am I really doing this? Forgiving Luke for all he's done to me? But I do know that he really did suffer too, and I can't fall back in his trap again if I'm here sleeping in the same bed as him.

My mind bounces around things in my head I can't comprehend. Visions of Luke and I; some I don't even think happened.

Yep; this was a mistake. I squirm from his grip and grab a jacket; according to the alarm clock on his side table it's only 5 in the morning. I rub my eyes and softly walk down the hall, careful not to wake any of his family members.

I'm about to open the door as a yet another familiar voice stops me.

"Bella?" Liz says and I turn my head to see her dressed all ready for work. She steps closer to me then holds me tight in a hug.

"It is you. I thought you and Lucas ended things? I guess not, this is so nice." She says smiling, I've always admired Liz as like she was my mother-I cringe at the sound of the word, my stomach twisting with the thought of Cathy, but I pull those feelings aside and do my best to smile back at her.

I nod my head and she grabs my hand, pulling me into the kitchen as if we were two teenage girl's gossiping about the next relationship.

She sits me down on the kitchen table and at the exact moment my stomach makes an awkward dying nose that causes her to giggle. I hold my belly remembering the thought of food; I haven't eaten since Michael and Stacy came in on me eating cereal. She tells me to hold on a minute as she puts an egg on the frying pan then speaks.

"What are you doing in my house? Not to be mean or anything but..." she pauses for me to continue as the sound of the egg sizzling on the pan is making me starving.

"I just came to talk to Luke." I say barely saying the sentence. I have literally no voice as it sounds like I've gotten my tonsils taken out. My voice sounds like; air. It's there but just not the sound. She clicks her mouth with the top of her tongue and shakes her head.

"Oh dear, that doesn't sound good." She passes me the spatula and heads to the bathroom "Watch that for a second as I grab something in the medicine cabinet." She yells then comes back with a bottle for sore throat. She passes me the bottle and grabs the spatula from my hand flipping the egg upside down; she remembers what egg I like.

"Go grab a spoon from the cabinet and drink a spoonful of that medicine Bell, Luke kept needing to drink that after you left." She softly chuckles putting the egg on the plate. I take the spoonful of medicine and swallow it; I sit down as Liz does too. She has an apple in her mouth as she talks to me.

"How've you been Bella? You know I missed you, these boys are too much for ol' mum to handle." She says smiling and I smile too; an actual smile. I stick out my thumb and shake it around a bit so it means 'so and so'. She nods her head and takes a bite of her apple and I take a bite out of my head.

The next 30 minutes she talks about how crazy Luke's been with me not around, and that the girl he brings around is 'just another girl'. He apparently dropped out of school because of all the 'drama' that was going on and is home-schooling down the road. Whoa school, I haven't been in at least a month, no way in hell am I going to graduate now.

She leaves for work and I'm now sitting at the table with my chin resting on my palm as Luke wakes up shouting my name.

"Bella! No, no, no. Fuck. Fuck." He shouts over and over again he runs downstairs cursing every swear word known to man but stops at the sight of me with breakfast on the table and I waving to him awkwardly smiling.

"Oh. Hey Bella." He says trying to act all 'cool' but is now smiling like a complete idiot. He's shirtless and I'm blushing like crazy as he takes steps closer to me. I let my long brown messy hair cover my face as I look down at the table still resting my chin on my palm. A soft kiss on the top of my head startles me as butterflies erupt sending every tickle in the inside of my body.

My face is so warm he chuckles as he grabs a fork from the drawer and takes a seat across from me.

-

"What's your favourite colour?" Luke asks me, this is a really bad second date. It's just us eating dinner playing Twenty Q. Stupid Michael for forcing me to come.

"Red." I say with no emotion in my voice. He raises his eyebrows as if he were secretly saying 'why?'

"I like red because that's the color of blood, the blood of those whom I murder." I say in a 'dark' voice. Lasagne comes out of his mouth as he erupts in laughter and I join him.

"Oh god, I thought you were gonna say like 'the colour of a rose' but you Bella are truly something different." He says still softly giggling to himself. Oh jeez, that actually is the reason why I like the color res. Roses are my favourite flower. Bum hole.

"No, actually I like the colour blue. Not like light but not too dark, or not too in the middle. It's like in the shade of-" Luke cuts me off

"Oh just kiss me already B" he says smirking still with the fork in his hand

"In your dreams...L." he chuckles and plays around with his food for a few seconds and looks back up at me, my favourite colour is the colour of his eyes I think.

"I like the colour blue too."

-

Luke and I are sitting on the couch listening to a disc he just picked out; which happens to be my favourite: joy division.

We're listening to it and 30 seconds in he's already questioning me on why I'm mouthing every single word. I look at him and shrug. I've always loved this band; it makes me feel younger, if that makes much sense. My dad used to play it all the time around the house as well as a lot of Beatles; Every two minutes he looks at the speaker then back to me, the screen then me. This makes me happy.

I finally feel; alive. Weight lifted off my shoulders as I know I made the right decision of coming here. I throw my head back on the couch and stare up at the ceiling. He turns the player off as it comes to my favourite part. I pout and he frowns. He looks at me carefully as he puts a strand of my hair and tucks it behind my ear. He looks into my eyes like many times before and starts leaning in.

Oh no.

What do I do.

Should I lean in?

Just then and there the doorbell rings and we both jump. He opens the window of the living room to see that Michael's car is parked on the driveway. I grab him by his shirt and pull him close to me; I look up at him with wide eyes as he nods. Knowing and understanding that I don't really want to see Michael at the moment.

Another doorbell rings as Luke points toward the basement, I nod my head and run downstairs, hiding in the shower room of the bathroom downstairs as I could hear Luke open the front door.

"Luke! Did you see Bella around? My fucking god. Cathy is so pissed she didn't come home last night. I'm such an idiot!" I could hear his footsteps from here and he enters the living room throwing himself on the couch. His voice is lower and it's muffled as if it were covered by something.

There's a long pause but then Luke speaks up.

"Sorry man I haven't seen her." He says trying to sound as sad as possible.

"Oh well, okay then, I'm gonna go check around town again, if she doesn't come in I'm gonna go check by the police station. See ya later man."

"Yeah see ya."

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