Oakley's POV

I pulled the plug to the straightener out of the outlet and let it cool on the counter. I walked out of the bathroom, checking my phone as I ran the brush through my blue hair, I had to die it soon, and I'm pretty sure I want to go back to brown.

The screen lit up, a twitter notification showing up, but no text from Luke.

I was actually pretty excited for this- maybe Luke is a completely different person then I assumed. Maybe he just needed someone- although i'm not getting my hopes up.

I ran down the stairs, my phone in my jean pocket as I walked into the living room, seeing my mom sitting on the couch with her laptop on her lap as she browed the internet. I furrowed my eyebrows, seeing that she was looking at houses.

"Hey mom" I approached.

She quickly shut the laptop, I let it go.

"Hey sweetie, Where are you and Luke going today?" She asked, leaning over and setting her laptop on to the coffee table.

"Im pretty sure that were going to the beach," I admit, shrugging my shoulders.

She nodded, she bit her lip, looking like she wanted to speak with me about something.

"What do you need to spill?" I asked curiously, I knew that it must be something about Luke. She knows him better then I do and probably ever will.

She looked over at me hesitantly, then sighed. "Listen, sweetie, I just- I just don't want you to get your hopes up about you and him if that is where you were going with this." I cringed, but let her continue. "Oakley, I hate to say it, but he's slowly falling apart. The glue that was holding him together just isn't strong anymore. Have I mentioned how many times that he has well... tried to commit suicide?" She asked, her hands clasping together.

I shook my head.

"8 times, Oakley. I just don't want you to be disappointed if- you know, he decides to try once again," She mumbled out.

I sighed, then nodded. "Okay." I replied simply.

I knew he was sad, but not sad to the point where he has attempted to take his life 8 times.

"I uh, I think I'm going to go ahead and head over to his house." I spoke, standing up and picking up my phone off of the couch.

- - -

"He's upstairs" Mrs.Hemmings said politely, gesturing towards the stairs with a smile on her face. I nodded, looking over at the stairs and took a few steps towards it before I felt her hand wrap around my wrist gently. "Oakley, before you go up there, can I speak with you for a moment?" She asked.

I slowly nodded, what was I about to be told?

She gestured me over towards the couch as she walked in its direction and I followed.

We sat down and she took a deep breath, looking over at me with a smile still planted on to her face.

"First, I just wanted to thank you for giving Luke a chance. Once he opens up he can be a very fun person, you just have to know how to break that cement wall of his. I know he can be rude sometimes as well, but if he gets like that, just ignore him and go on with what you were doing." She admits.

I nodded, rubbing my hands slowly together as I looked up at her, listening. She is his mom, and she knows best.

"Oh, and I hate to tell you this now, and I don't mean to put any pressure on you, but if he gets in maybe a sad or depressed mood, or his facial expression becomes well, sad, please try to make his mind stop thinking about it." She added. "I just wanted to let you know," She says quietly, standing up.

I simply nodded. "Thank you."

- - -

What Liz had told me concerned me a bit. Why would Luke all of a sudden start to think like that if we have a good time?

I wish that these questions of mine could be answered, but I have no one to ask them too and I know much better then to ask Luke himself.

I trotted up the stairs, holding on to the railing to keep my balance before walking down the wide hallway to Lukes room, which was the last room on the right.

I knocked on to the white wooden door, looking down at my nails as I waited for an answer.

"Mom go away I'm doing something!" He groaned out.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Im pretty sure thats no way to speak to your mother." I commented.

I took a half step back away from the door as I heard his footsteps trudge across the room. He opened the door, only peaking his head out.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes bloodshot red.

I narrowed my eyes, observing his eyes. "Why are your eyes so red?"

"If you wouldn't mind, Oakley, i'm kind of naked." He spoke, completely dodging my question.

I cringed "Well go put some clothes on then!" I exclaimed.

He rolled his eyes, which made me roll my eyes back. He shut the door, then I figured that he was putting on some clothing by all of the sounds coming from the room.

This definitely wasn't the Luke that I had dealt with the night before.

He opened the door back up, showing his full body this time. I observed his outfit, noticing that his right forearm was a little bumpy, like it had a wrap on it.

"Will you answer me now?" I asked, crossing my arms across my chest as I waited for an answer.

"Answer what?" He asked, looking behind him hesitantly every few seconds.

"My question... What do you keep looking at?" I asked, my curiosity kicking in.

"I told you that I was busy." He spat.

"I know. But we have plans that you made." I spat right back.

He cocked up an eyebrow, then lowered it once he must've realized that we did have plans.

I took in a deep breath, soon cringing in disgust, I looked up at Luke.

"Whats that smell?" I asked.

Then stumbled back as the door slammed in my face.

What the fuck was he doing in there?

The smell smelt like skunk, and it smelled terrible but I knew that there was not a skunk in Lukes room (Obviously). Although I hoped that he was sprayed by one because there was only one other conclusion if that wasn't the case.

He was doing drugs.

Specifically weed, I assume.

But seriously?

"Luke open up this door right now and tell me what you're doing!" I asked, knocking on the door once again. Is he stupid enough to do that in his house with his mom home?

I heard him grumble as he walked back to the door. "Nothing!" He says as he opens it up, only peaking his head out this time.

I stared at his eyes, letting out a small laugh "You're high!" I whisper yelled.

He clenched his jaw tightly, I swear his jawline was so sharp that it could cut through a cucumber or something close to that.

"Shut up!" He whisper yelled back, glancing back again hesitantly.

He seemed paranoid, like someone was about to catch him and take him to a place that he didn't want to go to.

"Are you stupid enough to do that in your house with your mom right downstairs?" I was starting to become furious. Luke was jacked up in many ways and I'm slowly beginning to see that.

It made me start to wonder if he knew right from wrong.

It made me start to wonder if he was ever taught.

Unless he's just a rebellious person who doesn't give a fuck about getting in trouble.

"Yes, yes I am Oakley." He responded. He looked around the hallway. Then back at me.

He was starting to aggravate me even more. He already has enough problems, but who knows- maybe he is a drug addict and he's depressed because of them.

Maybe he's always rude and grumpy because he doesn't have the high seeping through his veins.

"I don't care if you're high or not- were still hanging out. Go get ready, oh,a nd put some cologne on would ya?" I asked, pinching my nose as I waved my hand from side to side, trying to push the smell away.

"Fine." He mumbled, shutting the door once again in my face.

I knew this high of his wouldn't last long, they only last for a few minutes, and who knows, maybe high Luke is more fun then reality Luke.

I was curious to find out.

[ Im sorry this chapter sucks I have writers block, bleh. but what do you think so far? Do you have any predictions for the story? Ilygsm ]