Split Ends (A Luke Brooks fanfic)

Chapter Six: Assumptions.

"Pv zk bschk pv zk bschk pv zk bschk"

"In west Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground where I spent most of my days chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool and all shooting some b-ball outside of the school, when a couple of guys, they were up to no good started making trouble in my neighbourhood.

I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-air"" I rapped, ending it in fits of laughter whilst Luke, who had previously been b-boxing, emit a large fart noise from his mouth. We were rolling around on the floor helplessly, we looked like dying fish. I turned to see Luke's face, now calm, staring at me.

"Phewwww" I exhaled, calming myself from the hysterics and sitting up. I looked back down at Luke, who was still staring at me.

"Do I have something on my face?" I questioned.

"Err no I just...uhm..." He sat up next to me and looked at the floor in front of him. "Well...we completely forgot about our media project. Again." My eyes widened and I pulled out my phone. Quarter to nine. Shit.

"Oh my god my mum is probably freaking, I'm so late! Fuck, Luke. I'm so sorry to rush out on you like this, thankyou so much for having me, see you tomorrow!" I babbled before running out of the door.

"Thankyou Gina!" I shouted down to Luke's mum before sprinting out of the door in the direction of my house. It's not that my parents we particularly strict or anything, because they weren't, but if I forgot to tell mum where I was if I wasn't home by eight, she would like assume me dead or something. Looking forward to the lecture I'll have when I get in. Note the sarcasm.

It took at least fifteen minutes running to my house, and I ran the whole way. I was a really unfit girl so I was heaving by the time I was knocking on the door. My dad opened the door to his disheveled daughter who probably looked like shed been raped.

"Sweetheart, come in, are you ok? What happened?" He asked, the concern clear in his old, worn eyes. Yeah he thought I'd been raped.

"I'm ok, lost track of time, and had to run back here." I panted. He looked relieved at my response. I went into the living area and explained to my mum, who I think assumed the same as dad. I went off to shower, letting the hot water run down my knotted back. I then got into my pyjamas and sat on my chocolate bed, braiding my wet hair. I checked my phone, I had a voicemail. I clicked 'play'.

"Hey it's Luke, just hoping you got home ok, you kind of rushed out and didn't let me take you home so I was just...I didn't want you to die 'cuz you know, they would think I'm the murderer haha. So um yeah, call me back. Maybe. You don't have to."

I laughed at his awkward ending. Although he didn't like to admit it, I think he was worried about me. I smiled when my phone began to ring, hoping it was Luke. I assumed it was and answered without even checking the caller ID.

"Hey."

"Oh, hey Jason." My heart sank a bit.

"What you doing?"

"Just got out the shower, not really anything, you?"

"Thinking about you."

"Oh."

"So what did you do after school?"

"Oh nothing, just homework." It was definitely better to lie.

"Oh cool..ok then..."

I didn't say anything. Why had our phone calls gotten so awkward? Only last night we were laughing and having fun on the phone, now was so different. But why?

"Goodnight then." He finished.

"Night." I said faintly, before pressing the red icon. A small tear dripped off the tip of my nose, and I lay back into my bed, thinking;

What went wrong?

Authors Note

Fun fact ~ if you type that b-box into google translate and make it say it, it actually works! How you guys liking it so far?