Streaker.

17

Ashley was still ignoring Luke, despite the countless amount of texts he'd sent and phone calls he'd made.

They only had one day of school that week and got the rest off for Thanksgiving break, and in English on Monday morning Ashley barely even looked at Luke. He tried to talk to her but every time she would just turn away and ignore him. Luke missed her. He missed her and he had no idea why.

Luke knew that he'd fucked up and he knew that it was wrong of him to lie to Ashley, but he just didn't understand why she was still ignoring him. Yes, he shouldn't have lied to her, but Luke had tried to explain himself probably a million times now. He just wanted Ashley to at least speak to him, if anything.

luke that gets drunk all the time: im sorry i was such an asshole

luke that gets drunk all the time: i just wish you would talk to me

luke that gets drunk all the time: it's 2 am on friday morning aka the day after thanksgiving and thanksgiving fucking sucked ok i had to go to my grandmas house but i can't sleep i haven't been able to sleep for three days because every time i close my eyes i think about the fact that you're still upset with me and i don't even know why ash just please tell me why

luke that gets drunk all the time: i want to scream i want to cry i want to get drunk and forget about all of this but mostly i just want you to forgive me and talk to me again because you're my best friend and i don't know what im supposed to do without you i can't sleep i have nightmares and my heart is beating so fast right now i feel like im gonna pass out

luke that gets drunk all the time: you're probably asleep right now so im not even sure why im trying to talk to you

luke that gets drunk all the time: ashley imiss youu somuch i canr even type im crying im cryinying im so pathetic im crying overyou

luke that gets drunk all the time: what rhe fuuck have you doneto me why is this happenng why do i feel this way this is allyour fault

luke that gets drunk all the time: im sorry im sosorry IM FUKkING SORRY JUST TSLK TO ME GOD DAMMIT

luke that gets drunk all the time: please...i need you

ashley my best friend: go to sleep. ill call you tomorrow.

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Luke eventually fell asleep at some time in the early morning, and was awoken later that afternoon by Liz knocking softly at his bedroom door. She came in and sat down on the edge of Luke's bed, gently shaking his shoulder and stirring him awake.

"Luke, are you alright?" Liz asked quietly as Luke slowly opened his eyes. He'd fallen asleep with his phone on his face again and quickly grabbed it, but he was too nervous to flip it over and see if he had any new messages.

"Hi." Luke said, trying to give his mom a small smile.

"What time did you get to sleep last night?" Liz questioned.

"Pretty late." Luke chuckled quietly to himself, rubbing under his eyes.

"Well, it's almost noon now." Liz sighed. "I was going to go out and do some Christmas shopping, do you want to come with me?"

"I'm not really up for Christmas shopping today, or really leaving the house in general." Luke mumbled. He was planning on staying in all day and doing what Luke did best: feel miserable about himself.

"Are you sure? Don't you want to get a gift for anyone?" Liz asked. Luke knew that she was just trying to get him out of the house and help him feel better, and he really did appreciate it, but Luke just wasn't in the mood for much of anything today.