You Promised (A Luke Hemmings FanFic)

"Morning"

Luke’s POV

I wake up to the feeling of a chill go down my back.

While rolling onto my back, I realize I was tangled up in a soft blanket.

Lifting it off my body, a cool breeze sent me into shivers.

So I get up and decided to wrap myself up with one hand.

I was about to knock on Cassy’s door when I noticed it was already open.

“Cass?” I whispered.

Peeking in, I see her in bed sleeping.

Her brown hair spilled onto the canvas white pillows and duvet, her foot poking out underneath.

I recognise the My Chemical Romance T-shirt that she wore, the smile she had when she bought it.

The sad smilie when they broke up, but the happiness that they gave her never left.

A freezing rush snapped me out of the trance, luring me over to her desk.

I reached under my makeshift igloo of warmth, and raised the temperature of the air conditioner.

The room became warmer as the cold wind died down.

I quietly left and closed the door behind me, leaving it slightly ajar.

I shuffled into the living room with pillow in hand, and sat down in my blanket burrito.

My backpack sat by my feet as I pulled out my laptop, I then log onto my netflix account and rewatched some “How I Met Your Mother” episodes.

An episode came to an end as my stomach started to grumble, reading the clock at the corner of my screen, it was 3:37 PM.

I got out of my cocoon and checked on Cass, still asleep.

I made my way into the kitchen and looked around the pantry and fridge.

While I was stirring the pot of mac and cheese, Cass walks into the kitchen with the duvet around her shoulders, leaving a trail behind her.

“Morning” I half smiled.

Cassidy’s POV

I stirred in bed with the uncomfortable heat lingering in the air.

I pick up my phone to check the time, 3:54 PM, and see 7 new texts.

5 from Tracie and 2 from Ashton.

Tracie: How was the gym?

Tracie: Did you talk to Luke yet?

Tracie: You know you can’t hide forever Cass

Tracie: I’ll call you after work

Tracie: Text me if anything happens

My eyes adjust to the screen’s brightness as I text back.

Cass: Got back home around 9

Cass: Showered and then passed out, I just woke up

Tracie: 3 hours of working out?!!?

Cass: Mhm

Tracie: Pftttt, whateverrrr. I could have finished at least 2 movies, a large pizza, and some popcorn and chips. That’d be so much better

Tracie: Are you ever going to talk to him?

Cass: Idk

Cass: Shouldn’t you get back to work?

Tracie: At least you don’t have work 2day n tmr

Tracie: Yea, talk 2 u when I’m off shift

Cass: 8?

Tracie: Yea

Cass: K

I then tapped on Ashton’s name and replied back to his text.

Ashton: Hey, is Luke with you?

Ashton: We’ve been trying to call him, but he wouldn’t pick up or text

Cass: Yea

Cass: He stayed the night

A few seconds passed and he responded back.

Ashton: Did you guys talk?

Cass: No :P

Ashton: :\ You guy’s should clear things up, I know Luke want’s to talk about some stuff

I didn’t know how to respond, so I just waited for him to continue.

Ashton: When you guy’s talk, tell him to call or text me back okay?

Cass: Okay

Ashton: Don’t worry, there’s nothing to be scared of. It’s only Luke

Cass: Thanks Ash

Ashton: :) Np

I was a little relieved that Ashton said there was nothing to be scared of, because it’s true. It’s only Luke.

The only thing I was scared of, is what he want’s to talk about.

The boy who broke my heart, before I even gave it to him.

My best friend.

Tired of dwelling on the possibilities that could happen, my stomach rumbles at the familiar smell that flowed into the small opening by the door.

I begin the shiver, so I wrapped the duvet around my body like a cape and got out of bed.

The room begins to tilt as my head pounds.

I peeked out the door and listen to the quiet atmosphere.

“Let’s get it over with” I muttered to myself.

I walked into the kitchen to see Luke standing by the stove.

His messy hair stuck out at random places, a loose black T-shirt, and grey sweats.    

As I stood next to him, I peered into the pot of cheesy goodness.

I forgot how much he loved putting pieces of ham inside.

“Morning” he smiled.