Oakley's POV

God does Luke irritate me. It's something about him that continues to make me want to slap him in the face more and more.

Is it because he's never happy? Well I don't know.

Is it because he acts as if nothing matters? I don't know.

Its a mixture of everything, I guess that you could say.

I want to help him, but he isn't letting me.

I huffed out a sigh, grabbing a few cans of tomato soup before placing them in to the cart, then continued to stride down the isles.

I grabbed items here and there (even some oreos) before finding my way back too the front through the maze of the isles.

I approached a shorter line, waiting patiently for an elderly lady to finish paying. I tapped my foot, looking over at the spot where luke and I collided. I shook my head, the guilt slowly creeping up on me.

Then I slouched a bit, my mind digging deep into the question 'Why do you care?'

Why do I care?

I rarely know Luke, He doesn't seem to give a shit about me either. I feel bipolar about him.

I like him, but I hate him at the same time.

I began to load my items on to the belt, pushing my mind to a different topic other then Luke.

"Hi, How are you today?" The teen asked, I looked up at him, a welcoming smile on my face. I looked down at his name tag, seeing 'Calum'. He must be a new employee, because I've never seen him here before.

"Im doing good, and yourself?" I asked, pulling out wallet, holding it in my hand as he scanned the items, another person bagging them for me.

"Im doing fine, thanks for asking." He replied, his voice was deep, yet not deep at the same time. I make no sense. "Is this all for today?" He asked, typing in things on too the number pad of the cash register.

I nodded, looking over at the screen and seeing '45.67' printed in red at the bottom of the screen. I sighed, pulling out my card and swiping it. I moved my hair out of my face.

"I like your hair by the way" He commented, looking up at me.

I smiled appreciatively "Thanks." I say, running my fingers through it.

He nodded, soon handing me my receipt.

"Have a nice day." I looked up at him, our brown eyes locking on to each others for a second, a chill ran down my spine

"You too." I reply, before grabbing my few bags quickly and walking away.

I know those eyes from somewhere.

- - -

"So, how was your day, honey?" My mom asked, stuffing a spoonfull of spaghetti into her mouth.

I twirled my spoon around, collecting noodles before looking up at her "It was okay." I admit, stuffing the noodles into my mouth as well.

She cocked up an eyebrow "Just okay?"

I nodded.

"Why just okay?" She asked, looking down at her food before looking back up at me, wiping her mouth with her napkin.

I shrugged "I ran into Luke today. Literally."

"And is that a bad thing?"

"Well, I mean I was upset with him so at the time, yes." I spoke, stuffing more noodles in my mouth.

"Why were you upset with him?"

I looked up at her, these kind of talks came along the road almost every week. When your moms a counselor, she tries her best to make you feel better or help you- which isn't exactly a bad thing.

"I did as you said and asked him to hang out and he ditched me." I mumbled.

"Do you know why?"

I shook my head 'no'.

She scratched the back of her neck, "Well he could've ditched for an explanatory reason."

I shrugged in response.

She sighed as I stared down at my plate of spaghetti, I felt her eyes locked on me, but I still decided not to look up, I didn't want to have a conversation about Luke.

"Alright, well if you want to talk about it you know I'm here. Ill clean up, go take a shower, get on some comfortable clothes. I'll be up soon." She knows that I don't want to talk about it- my mom knows me like the back of her hand.

I simply nodded, then stood up from my chair and heading across the house and up the stairs.

A nice warm shower sounded amazing at the moment.

- - -

I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a blue towel that was hanging off of the back of the door. I wrapped it around my body, then grabbed another towel and wrapped my hair up into it.

Goosebumps rose on my skin as the cold air sent shivers across my body.

I dried off and got dressed, throwing my damp hair up in to a messy bun after slipping on my sweatpants and t-shirt.

I walked across the hallway into my room, grabbing the tv remote off of my dresser and pressing the on button.

I hoped on to my bed and put my pillows more at an angle as I let my body relax and feel the sensation of being comfortable.

I watched as Spongebob messed around with patrick, a natural smile creeping up on to my face as I watched.

I heard my phone vibrate and looked over at it, I furrowed my eyebrows, who would be texting me?

I picked up my phone, unlocking it and seeing that it was from Luke. I took a deep breath, hesitating to read it before I gave in.

Luke:

Can we talk?

What does he possibly want to talk about? Does he feel bad? I doubt it. He seems like that type of guy that cares about himself and only himself, although my assumptions could be completely wrong.

I stared down at the text, thinking for a moment, I shook my head, slowly replying.

Oakley:

sure.

I might as well see what he wants to speak with me about- and who knows, it could be an apology.

Luke:

I'll be outside in 5

Wait, he means in person? Great. For all I know he means talk as in trash talk me.

Oakley:

k.

- - -

Luke:

i'm outside.

I looked down at my phone, my eyes scanning over the message before standing up and slipping on my vans. I quietly walked downstairs and walked out the front door. I saw the tall figure, standing in the middle of my drive way.

My heart skipped a beat as I took in a deep breath of the crisp, night air.

I walked up to him, my arms crossed across my chest. I looked up at him,

"Uh, hi." I say awkwardly.

"hi." He speaks, looking down at his feet.

"So uh, why did you want to ta-"

"Im sorry." He blurted out.

I lifted up my eyebrows in shock. Luke, Sorry? "For what?" I asked. I wanted to hear him say it.

"For not coming to the party. Listen, Oakley I feel bad. Im not good with well... socializing and actually going out an doing things with people." He admits. "I wanted to come." He fiddled with the hem of his shirt.

"So why didn't you?" I instantly replied, that was the one question that had been bugging me all day.

"I kinda.. fell asleep." He admits.

Well, at least he's honest. I sighed, I guess the better question would be 'Did you even want to come?'

"I feel bad, and I know that I should've come but-" He spoke quickly I could tell that he was nervous, and that he was telling the truth and as much as I didn't want to give in, my mom raised me to be a forgiving person and this poor boy looked like he was about to have a panic attack if I didn't forgive him.

I interrupted him "Its okay." I spoke forgivingly. I usually didn't let people off the hook like that.

"R-really?" He stuttered out, stuffing his hands in to his back pocket as he looks down at me, his eyes full of sorrow, it was kind of sad. He seemed scared, like he was about to get screamed at or something.

The thought of him being abused had came back to mind, but I pushed it off to the side.

"Yes, Luke, Really." I sighed out, scratching behind my ear I let my arms lay limp as I looked up at him.

His body relaxed, he seemed relieved.

"I would uh, I would like to hang out with you, though." He admitted. What happened to this rude ass, hard face and personality that he had on?

Did something effect him that bad?

Did something happen on the night of the party?

"Uh, Well I mean if you really want to, we could uh, go to the beach or something." I suggested with a shrug. He nodded, a small smile creeping up on to his face.

Now I'm confused, does he have multiple personalities or is something a little off with him today?

[ Maybe its the dream thats making him act the way he is, mwahaha, really this chapter was the start up to their friendship, the boost to start the story, I mean, I know its a bit confusing but it will all clear up I promise! ilysm c: p.s. I didn't edit this so sorry for any spelling errors ]