eighteen » l.h

42.

mmm damn papi you fine as hell please tell michael to run me over with his car while wearing that hot dog suit

"Are you sure he still lives in the same house as before?" I nervously asked Michael as I stared at the road ahead of me.

"Yes, Estelle. I'm sure he does." He groans just like the other numerous amount of times I had asked him the same question.

"How?"

"I went to his house at one point after everything."

"Why?"

"What are you doing here?" Luke furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"I just came by to ask how you're doing. Y'know, with everything."

"Michael, it's been a year. There's no point of you coming here."

"I know. It's also been a year since I last tried to get a girlfriend but you don't see me complaining." Michael shrugs and leans against the door frame.

"If you're here to tell me Estelle hates my ass, I get it. Ashton has made sure to remind me everyday." Luke rolls his eyes and invites Michael in.

"Ashton is only trying to mess with you. Estelle loves you." Michael says and plops down on the same couch he and his friend used to sit on while playing video games.

"No, she doesn't."

"Why the hell are you so stubborn? She loves you and you love her."

"No, I don't. I've moved on."

"Oh really?"

"Yes." Luke let the lie slip past his lips. He was deeply in love with her and he had reminded himself everyday since that night that he would strive to get her back.

But that plan was obviously cancelled after he called her and got told to stay out of her life.