"What?" Luke questioned.
"Yup," Michael said sounding proud of himself, "The dude before him was named like Hanson or something, like the window company, he was the first black president."
"Michael you're full of shit," Mali laughed.
"I am not!" he cried, sounding offended, "History is the only class I like."
"Clearly since you're failing math and get demerits for wearing weird ass socks everyday." Calum laughed.
"Socks!" Michael cried, "Socks!"
"I think my hand is broken," Luke interjected, "My Mom is going to get weird."
"What do you mean?" I questioned.
"She's going to give me the no hitting talk," he sighed.
"Are you seven or seventeen?" Charlotte laughed.
"Seventeen," Luke answered seriously.
"God help this kid," Mali muttered, rising from the couch and disappearing around the corner a moment later, only to reappear with an ace bandage several seconds later.
"What's that for?" Luke demanded.
"Your hand," she answered in a duh tone, "I'm wrapping it up so we can take you to the hospit...."
"No!" Luke cried, rising to his feet and banging his head on the low hanging chandelier."
"Oh good work Mali," Calum grumbled.
"What?" she cried.
"You can't say the H word around him." Michael sighed.
"I'm not going!" Luke cried, backing into a corner, "You can't make me! You'll never take me alive coppers!"
"Oh man, he's getting weird." Calum muttered.
What's going on?" I questioned.
"Luke has Nosocomephobia," Michael infromed me.
"What?" I demanded.
"A fear of hospitals," Calum said slowly, watching as the tall blonde boy backed along the wall.
"Luke buddy, they're not going to hurt you." Mali said gently.
"You don't know that!" he cried, "Plus think of all the germs, they reuse those sheets, and there's dead people in there and what if some guy is disguised as a doctor just to kill me!"
"Luke honey, that makes about as much sense as my gorwn ass brother sleeping with the light on," Mali sighed.
"Hey!" Calum cried, "That was private information, is nothing sacred!"
Mali only smirked in response.
"I can't go there!" Luke cried, "THere's needles, and rubber cloves and cold hands and doctors that stare at you right in the eyes like they want to do you up the butt and....."
"Luke buddy, what the actual freaking fugget are you talking about?" Michael sighed.
"Oh God," Luke muttered, "I won't go, you can't make me!"
Stumbling towards the adjoining kitchen he fumbled around behind him before grabbing onto a frying pan and brandishing it above his head.
"Holy shit he's armed!" Charlotte laughed, "This is gold, someone put this shit on the You of Tubes!"
"Charlotte this isn't funny!" Michael cried, leaping back as Luke struck out with the pan, missing his temple by inches.
"Get back you fiends!" Luke shouted, "I will not hesitate to club a bitch!"
Part Thirty-One
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