Note: Media cuz shit. I think many of us have forgotten that Luke looks punk rock af. *dies*
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Time: 4: 52 pm.
Setting: Luke's Car. Florida Orlando Hospital Parking Lot.
Luke: (sitting in his car, sniffling) Shit. (wipes at his eyes, tears continue to fall) Shit. Shit. Shit. Stop it. Stop crying, you arse. (stares out the window, slumps in his seat, pulls out his phone, scrolling through his contacts, presses Ashton's name)
Ashton: Lukey? Where are you?
Luke: (clears throat) I'm in the car, love. Just needed to clear my head.
Ashton: (worried) Lukey, what's wrong?
Luke: (shaking his head, wipes at his eyes) Nothing, koala. Just...I just needed to get out of there for a bit. I'll come back. I just need to sit here for a bit.
Ashton: Are you sure? Do you want me with you?
Luke: (shakes his head) No, love. I'm sorry. I just want to be alone for a little while. I'll be back. Don't worry. Twenty minutes, tops.
Ashton: (sighs) Make sure of it. I hope you're okey, Lukey.
Luke: (smiles softly) I'm okay, Ashton. I'm okay, love. Just need to clear my head.
Ashton: Okey. Take care, Lukey.
Luke: I love you, Ashton. (hangs up, sighs; scrolls through his phone for several moments, stops, one finger hovers over one of his contacts, sighs, presses contact) Don't pick up. Don't pick up. Don't pick up. Please.
Ben: Hemmings Residence. Hello?
Note: *smacks lips* Can't wait for that update tomorrow. Whoop. :P
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Fanfiction[COMPLETED] "Because I'm dumb. I'm scared. I'm a coward. I can't come to terms with anything. I love him but I'm not capable of loving him. Does that make sense?" Luke is the pessimistic new waiter with piercings, tattoos and a broken heart. Ashton...
