I see April pause just outside her bedroom door, one hand braced on the stair railing and the other flat on her stomach. When she turns to look at me, the expression on her face is anything but pleasantly surprised.
———— ( lisa teige, eighteen, college freshman ) did you hear ( KIMMIE STEELE ) has been referred to as the ( REVELLER ) ? I heard ( SHE ) can be pretty ( GREGARIOUS ) and quite ( IRRESPONSIBLE ). did you know ( KIMMIE ) was hiding ( SHE WANTS TO DROP OUT OF COLLEGE ) ? lets hope no one finds out !
Requested by anon - Hello! I was wondering if you could do one where yn ditches school for a few weeks and luke tries to find out whats wrong and shes reluctant but in the end tells him that she doesn’t care about all the school stress or something like that. Please and thank you!!
How come your car is still in your driveway?
“Shiiiiiit” I groan and I turn the tv off, getting up quickly to jump back in bed, fussing my hair up enough to look like I have been tossing and turning. In a last ditch effort to make myself look sick, I decide to run to the bathroom and kneel near the toilet. I heard the door open and stick my finger into my throat which forces me to gag and then vomit.
“Y/N? You okay?” I hear Luke shout and then he jogs up the stairs and into the bathroom. He takes a few steps towards me but I put my hand up.
“It’s probably better if you don’t. I think I might have the stomach bug or something” I lie.
“You were fine last night” he said sounding skeptical.
“Oh okay well then by all means come here and get it from me so you can bring it to the boys” I snap.
“Oh and the attitude to go with it, fantastic” he says as he walks back into the bedroom. Luke and I had gotten into a fight last night because I had heard Ashton’s girlfriend telling him the other day that she didn’t notice if I was going to classes or not which means that Luke had asked her about me. I pushed the fight off and told him that I was too tired and not capable of making a compelling argument as to why he should just let me live my life and not spy on me. He didn’t agree and that’s why he slept on the couch and I slept in the bed. I wiped my mouth off and brushed my teeth before making my way back out to the bed where I curled into.
“It’s amazing to me that every time I come home early from the studio, you are sick.”
“Just say what you want to say Luke” I say impatiently. “I know you are home early for a reason.”
“You’re making this seem like I’m a horrible person for being concerned about you.”
“Concerned and yelling at me for my weak immune system are two completely separate things.”
“Why aren’t you going your classes?” he says quickly. He doesn’t look angry now, just sad. I gesture my hand up and down my body.
“I thought that running out of the room to throw up would be a bit distracting to the other students” I answered, still with an attitude.
“The other amazing thing I noticed is that you are always throwing up. You get upset and you throw up. You don’t want to go to a party, you throw up. You don’t want to sit in class…guess what I’m going to say now.”
“See, you are making me into a liar.”
“You ARE lying” he says. “I know you just made yourself throw up.” he says and before I can fight back he continues. "We have been together for 4 years. I know what you look like when you are really sick and you are faking it.“
“Y/N I’m being serious. I know you haven’t gone for like 2 months and I’d really like to know why.”
“How do you know how long it’s been?”
“Maybe if you went to class every once in a while you would realize that it’s right next door to my mum’s class. She has been looking for you.”
“So not only do you have friends spying on me, you have your mum too?” I scoff.
“Stop. Just stop okay. I didn’t ask her to spy on you. At first she was trying to find you to give you the birthday present that she had gotten for you and then she noticed you didn’t show up for a while so she asked me if you had dropped the class. When I told her that to my knowledge you were still going she told me you hadn’t shown up. Do you know how embarrassing it is to me that I have to tell my mum that I don’t know what you do instead of go there.”
“So now I’m an embarrassment?” I spit back.
“NO!” he stands from the edge of the bed and grabs his hair in his fist, trying to get some frustration out.
“I just want you to talk to me… Like you used to.”
“I’m failing” I finally say quietly after a long silence. Luke’s eyes shift back and forth and I can tell he is biting back saying something. My chest feels lighter after finally telling him but the silence from him is making me nervous. "I don’t care if it comes out sarcastic, just saying it.“ He lets out a little one breath laugh and gives a side smirk.
"Failing is usually a side effect of not showing up.” I can’t argue him on that one and I know I should be more upset but I laugh a little.
“Now I am being serious Luke. All this stuff that we were learning wasn’t what I wanted to learn and I couldn’t focus so I started to fail. Then I was stressing about keeping up but the truth is that I don’t want to keep up. I don’t want to learn any of that.” I pick at my nails, refusing to look up at him.
“What do you want to learn then?” he asks me after lifting my face with his fingers.
“I want to learn how to use the switch boards and recording and balancing and editing music and videos. I want to learn how to work with the stuff that you guys do and I want to learn how to do that with other music too. I want it so bad and I have for a long time but I was afraid to say it because I know that if I took those classes then I would just get shit from your fans because then I am just using you to get ahead in my career and I don’t really love you and all that shit and that’s not true because I do love you so much and I just decided it was better to give up then make you think I don’t love you.” Luke runs his thumb along my jaw line and I sigh and lean into his palm. “I really do Luke. I don’t want you to think I don’t.”
“So you haven’t been going to school because you hate it and you don’t want to do what you actually love because you are afraid of hate from my fans making me believe that you don’t love me?” he asks, clarifying what he heard. I bite the inside of my lip and look down, nodding.
“Yeah” I say quietly.
“Babe,we started dating before I was in five sauce. How could you ever think I would believe the hate and not you?” he looks sad again. “Let’s make a deal. You come with us to LA and I am positive that you can learn while we are out there.” He has a huge grin on his face.
“You wanna know something Luke?”
“I loved you when you were a short skinny little goon and I love you now that you are a tall strong big goon” I giggle.
“So that’s a yes?”
“As long as the guys agree. I will not force this on them.”