Silenced Heart

Luke Hemmings loves the fame. The sound of the girls screaming his name and the flashing lights. His band members see this, so they make a bet. If he can last without the fame, he'll be paid. Luke goes back to school, and he meets a girl who flips his entire world upside down. When the bets over, he has one of the biggest decisions he'll ever have to make: leave her or hold on for as long as he can.


20. Chapter 20

This is late...I'm sorry. School is killing me with this schedule.




My hands were shaking rapidly, drawing in deep breaths and glancing towards Carson.

"Calm down," he cooed, chuckling at my bright red cheeks.

"I'm scared as hell. I've never done this before," I breathed out, placing my hand on my forehead.

"Well, there' a first time for everything, eh?" he joked, giving my shoulder a playful shover while chuckling forcefully.

I tried my best to give him a smile, but it turned out to become a lopsided grin with no emotion behind it.

"You'll be fine. Let's go." He stood up and made his way to the front of the classroom while I followed right behind him.

"Hope. Carson. Please start your presentation," Mr. Larkons informed, folding his hands on his desk and staring at us intently.



"That wasn't fun," I whimpered, covering my face with my hands. Carson chuckled and nodded.

"You did fine. I bet we're going to get a good grade." I sighed and gripped the strap of my backpack.

"I hope so," I muttered, kicking a few stray pebbles on the cement.

"What are you doing tonight?" he asked, examining my profile.

"Nothing. Sitting at home, bored out of my mind," I admitted as I tried to hit a stone but miserably failed.

"Want to do something with me?" I looked over to him, one eyebrow cocked as best as I could.

"You? Uhh...." I paused, pondering over what I should answer.

"Don't act like we've never hung out, man." I huffed.

"So I'm a man?" Carson chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah. Sure. What are we going to do?" He shrugged.

"I have no clue. Watch a movie? You should sleepover!" he chirped in his highest voice. I mimicked his actions, waving my hands around with a beam on my lips.

"Yes!" His face lit up as he laughed at me.

"Best sleepover ever!" I giggled at him, nudging his shoulder with mine.


"Can we stop by my house first?" I asked, my eyes scanning over the tall buildings.

"Yeah." Ross made a turn onto my street and stopped at my house on the second block.

"Just let me get my stuff and tell Hailey where I'll be," I told them. I opened the door and ran out before making my way into the house.

"Hope?" Hailey called.

"No. It's a robber. Give me the money," I joked, making a gun with my hands.

"Ha. Ha. So funny you are." She was lounging out on the couch while stuffing her face with Ruffles sour cream and cheddar chips.

"I'm going out tonight." Her eyes widened.

"With who?" My cheeks flushed to a darker shade when I knew what she'd assume when I told her it was Carson.

"Carson. We're having a movie night." She threw the bag on the floor and jumped. She started to squeal and do a dance. "We're just friends, Hail. I don't like him like that at all," I groaned.

"Well, you should get on that. He's gorgeous." I shook my head.

"I'm going now!" I yelled into the kitchen, opening the door to leave.

"Ok! Peace out, loser!"



"What movies did you bring?" Carson queried, rummaging through my bag filled with snacks and movies.

"Not sure. I think a season of The Walking Dead is in there, though." His face contorted in confusion.

"What's that?" I dropped my pretzel for drama purposes.

"What?! You've never seen an episode?!" He shrugged, shaking his head.

I whisked over to the table and whipped out the DVD.

"Sit down. We're starting this now." He nodded, hands raised in mock defense.

"Alright, Colonel Hope."



"This is disgusting," he commented, shielding his eyes from the person getting torn apart by a walker.

"I guess, but it's like beer. You need to acquire a taste for it." He eyed me, chuckling. "I've never had it," I clarified as I brought my focus back to the television.

"Still. It's gross and weird." I sighed and shut it off.

"Well what else do you want to watch?" I snapped, making him laugh.

"What movies do you have?" I got back up and sifted through my bag.

"I have another dead of The Walking Dead, The Hunger Games, and some chick flicks and action movies." He turned back to look at me. "Oh! I have the Goonies, too!" I exclaimed, pulling out the outdated movie.

"Let's watch that," he answered, a broad smile on his lips.





I woke up, my head laying in Carson's lap and his arms sprawled out.

I checked the time, seeing it was still pitched black. The click read 2:46. I sighed and sat up, shivering.

"Carson," I whispered. He scrunched up his nose, snoring louder. "Carson!" I spoke louder, punching his shoulder softly.

"What?" he groggily answered, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.

"I'm cold," I complained, pouting.

"I'll go get a blanket," he responded, struggling to stand up.

He came back with a large quilt that looked homemade.

"Did you buy that?" I asked. He shook his head, motioning for me to lay down.

"My mom made it for me a couple years ago. I had spilled chocolate milk all over my white comforter, so she made this instead of buying a new one." I giggled at his story, embracing the warmth of the blanket enveloping my freezing body.

"This is nice," I complimented, snuggling into the blanket.

"Thanks. Mind if I join?" I shook my head, moving over so he had a place for his feet.

We lay like that for a bit before he spoke, "When's spring?" I shrugged, the rustle of the blankets my answer.

"A few months?" I guessed. He sighed and shifted around under the quilt.

"That's too long. I want it to be nice outside." I agreed with him by humming. "When's the first day of spring?" he questioned.

"I don't know." He sighed again.

"Is there anywhere nice to have a picnic?" I chuckled.

"Yes. There is. There's a prison--"

"Ew," he cut me off.

"Wait. And behind it there's a huge park next to the river. There's trees and a large field and a gazebo. You an sit in the rocks, too. It's beautiful."

My parents used to take me there to ride my bike up and down the path when I was about six. We would pack a lunch and eat under the gazebo.

"It sounds awesome." I shut my eyes and smiled.

"Yeah. It is."

"I want to take you there," he spoke unexpectedly.


"On the first day of spring. I don't care if it's raining. We're going to go and eat lunch there. Have a picnic." I smiled, my cheeks heating up.

"Ok," I responded more surely.

"Goodnight, Hope," Carson said, letting out a yawn.

"Goodnight," I whispered.


In the next chapter, I'm going to do a sort of filler before I fast forward to the end of winter...around spring or at the beginning.

The next two chapters are sort of a step into the real book beginning. It's supposed to get interesting...or at least I plan for it to.

Sorry for missing a week. My family had a big surprise so yeah. Things happened.



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