you complete me(ss) l.h

•two•

Luke

"Happy?" I ask Mikey, walking out of view from the girl quickly.

He looks at me as he sits behind a tree, and smirks. "Very." He pushes himself up to a standing position. "How'd it go?" Mikey asks eagerly. "I wanna know if I just hooked you up with a girl or not; which if I did , then you owe me."

I continue walking with Mikey on my left. "It went fine." I answer with a shrug. "She was nice."

   Mikey waits for more details, but when I don't give any, he pushes for more. "Oh come on, Luke." He says pathetically. "She was nice? That's it? Nice? Surely you got something else out of that, unless all you two did was exchange nice compliments, and talk about the nice weather, and ask each other which is the nicest pizza topping-"

    "Why are you so annoying." I ask Mikey, sounding like more of a statement and not even bothering to mask the annoyance in my voice.

"It's how I get people to talk." He answers.

"You mean stop talking?" I correct Mikey, glancing over at him,"Because if I wasn't in a band with you I'd probably never talk to you again, you annoying piece of-"

"Okay, I get the point, I'm annoying, whatever." Mikey says before I finish. "But tell me more."

God, has he always been this nosy?

"Okay..." I say. "Umm... well she was nice... she was writing in a journal, and it was really great, but kind of sad... Honestly she didn't talk too much, but I think I scared her."

"Well of course you scared her, YOU'RE LUKE HEMMINGS." Michael yells to the sky, spreading his arms dramatically. "A punk-rock legend, and I mean who wouldn't be scared of that face."

After several minutes of walking through trees, grass, and sidewalk, Michael and I have made it to the other side of the park. A black car is waiting there where it dropped us off.

I stop in front of it, and my hand grips the handle of the backseat door. My head turns to look at Michael. "Okay first: We aren't punk rock legends. We aren't even punk rock. I'm not punk rock, you're not punk rock, I know you think we are but we aren't." I state.

Michaels expression saddens, not offended, just frustrated that he hasn't earned the title of punk-rock yet.

I mean he's close with how many times he dyes his hair, but still. Once it all falls out because of that... Well let's just say he should cherish the time he has to dye his hair. Next thing you know he'll be dying his scalp or something.

"Second," I continue, "that was rude. I doubt my face scares everyone." I pull the car door open, and Michael climbs inside. I step around the door and enter the dark interior of the car behind Michael, shutting the door behind me.

My hand reaches to my right, pulling the seatbelt over me and hearing the click as I secure it. "And third...actually, she didn't even know who I was."

"How did she not know who you are? Our band is on the news and covers of magazines all the time." Mikey comments in disbelief as he pulls his seatbelt over his chest and locking it in.

Then, putting his hands up in a sarcastic, defensive sort of way, he adds, "Not to mention we had one of the best albums of all time."

I laugh. "Yeah, and not to mention, I'm best friends with the most humble person in the world." I say sarcastically.

"It's one of the reasons I'm so lovable." Mikey replies with a smile.

"Whatever..." I answer. The conversation ends, and I stare out the window as Mikey tells Dave (our body guard and the man who's driving) to take us back to our hotel.

My body jerks as the car starts moving, but I keep looking outside. I can see the grassy hill where the girl was sitting from here, since it was pretty high up.

The hill is empty. She's gone.

"You gonna see her again, ya think?" I hear Mikey ask.

I shrug. "Dunno...Didn't get her number."

"I mean, she probably comes here a lot, right?" He asks.

"Yeah..." I answer, remembering how she said that was her hill. "Yeah, she did tell me that."

"Then go again, see if she comes back." Mikey suggests.

I can't see the hill anymore, so I turn my head from the window to Michael. "Okay..." I tell him, nodding my head. "I'll go back sometime."

Michael nods approvingly at the plan, and then takes his phone out, either deciding to watching anime or to look at memes like he usually does.

I take my phone out too, and go on Twitter to look at my feed.

It mostly consists of update accounts saying that we're in California and posting pictures of us with fans. There was a tweet from a girl named Colleen I followed awhile ago about a dog named Doge, and stuff from my band mates.

Ashton with his sharing music and spreading kindness, stupid shit that Michael posts, and, well, Calum posts so little that if I wasn't with him all the time I'd think he was dead.

Then a quote account tweet comes up. I'd followed them along time ago because we all know how punk rock sensitive guys are...

Yeah this is why I'm not punk rock. Too sappy.
I click on the image attached that has the quote on it.

"Important encounters are planned by the souls long before the bodies see each other."
~Paulo Coelho

"Hey Luke, what was that girl's name anyway?" Michael ask, right after I finish reading the quote in my head.

I stare at the quote, and think about the chances that today would be the day I see this.

"Haley." I reply, talking more to myself than answering his question.

"Her name is Haley."

-end of chapter two-

A/N

*hello. (it's me)

Q:who's your fav in 5sos (if you can choose bc i mean they're all angels-but they're still punk rock... right?...)

A:MINES LUKE BC ONCE A PENGUIN ALWAYS A PENGUIN ammirite (R.I.P luke_is_a_penguin)

okay anywayyss I'll stop being weird now lol thanks for reading :)))