choose | luke hemmings

chapter 28✿

We arrive at my dad's house and I see him standing on his porch. It wasn't until seeing him now that I realize how much I actually missed him since being in Sydney.

"Dad!" I exclaim as I run towards him.

"Hey kiddo!" He says as he engulfs me in a hug. "How's Sydney?"

"It's good. Really good." I tell him.

Michael and Luke walk over to us with our bags in their hands. Luke took mine, how sweet.

"Michael! Good to see you, son." My dad says as he gives Michael a hug.

"You too, dad."

"And you're not my kid." My dad laughs and says to Luke.

"No sir. I'm Luke. Michael's best friend." Luke introduces himself.

I'm a bit hurt that he introduced himself as Michael's friend and not my boyfriend, but it's not exactly like he had a choice.

"James." My father introduces himself and shakes Luke's hand.

"Nice to meet you, sir." Luke says respectfully.

"Sir? I'm not a grandpa, Luke. Just call me James." My father says.

"Michael and May's mom says the same thing when I call her ma'am. Well, she doesn't make me call her James obviously because that's your name. And she doesn't feel like a grandpa, she says she feels like a grandma because well, she's a girl. Not a girl, a woman. But not an old women-" Luke rambles but cuts himself off once he realizes how awkward it is now that he mentioned my mother to her ex-husband.

"S-sorry." He stutters.

What a dork. But he's my dork.

"Just come inside." I roll my eyes and chuckle slightly.

We all go inside and put our suitcases down in our rooms. I go to my regular room, and Luke and Michael go into Michael's old room.

"You still haven't changed my room?" Michael asks my dad.

"Well, I just figured if you ever wanted to come back, your room would still be waiting for you." My dad explains, seeming slightly embarrassed.

My dad had always talked to me about how he hoped one day Michael would move back to Melbourne to live with us, because he hates being away from him for such long periods of time. I have no idea how i'm going to tell him that I'm moving to Sydney too. He's probably going to feel like both of his kids are abandoning him.

"Well, I'm quite happy in Sydney." Michael says awkwardly.

"I figured. How's your mother?" My dad asks.

"She's uh- good." Michael lies.

"Good. I hope she's happy like I am." My dad says with a smile.

"Yeah, she is." He lies again.

"Why are you so smiley dad?" I ask.

"Oh, no reason." He says.

"Come on, tell me." I bug him.

"Not that it is any of your business but, I may or may not be seeing someone." He smiles the first genuine smile i've seen him have about a woman since my mother.

"For real? Who?" I ask.

"Judy Cavanaugh."

"Judy Cavanaugh? As in Taylor Cavanaugh's mother?" Michael asks.

"Yes." My father confirms.

"No shit!" Michael laughs.

"Who's Taylor Cavanaugh?" Luke asks.