You Again || Luke Hemmings

I'm Charlie. I live in Sydney, Australia with my mom. My best friend is Luke Hemmings. Well, you can say ex-best friend. He left Australia to go on tour about three years ago and never spoke to me again. But I'm okay with that, somewhat. He has his own life now, without me in it. This has always been Luke's dream, to become known to the world. I didn't want him to leave because I loved him, but I guess he didn't have the same way.


37. Chapter 38

"Hehe, it's nothing," Luke says, trying to give me a smile.

"What happened?'" I ask, touching his bruise with my thumb. 

He flinches, then speaks. 

"You see, I jumped on the bed but landed wrong."

I give him a confused look, and he continues on.

"I ended up hitting my stomach from the corner of your bed and my eye hit the side."

I groan, then softly say, "Don't do that next time."

"Whatever." Luke mumbles, then rises up from the floor.

I stand up and walk out the door mumbling, "I'll get you some ice."

I hate seeing him hurt, and I felt guilty. This was partially my fault. I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. I see my mom sitting at the table reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. She sees me and asks, "What happened? I heard shouting then a thud."

"Uhh nothing, Luke just fell. You know how clumsy he is."

I avoid eye contact with her and open the freezer, getting the ice and putting it into two plastic sandwich bags. I quickly walk back upstairs and luckily my mom didn't ask what I was getting. 

"Luke?" I call his name.

"In here." 

I walk into my room and find Luke laying on my bed. 

"Take off your shirt." I order. 

"Wow Charlie, you just can't get enough of me." he says, smirking. 

I roll my eyes and he sits up, peeling off his t-shirt. There was a big dark purple bruise forming on his stomach. 

"You dumbass." I say quietly so that he couldn't hear. 



I walk over to my bed and hand him the two bags of ice. 

"It's too cold." he pouts. 

"Well, what do you want me to do?"

"Get me 2 paper towels."

"No, get it yourself."

"But I'm injured! I can't move."

He pretends to groan, and I laugh. 

"Fine, but only because you're my best friend."

I go in my bathroom and rip two pieces of paper towels, then walk back out. 

"Here." I say, giving it to him. 

"Doctor Charlie, I need you to help me."

He fake groans again. 

"But you're a big boy now, you can do it yourself." 


Luke sticks out his bottom lip, but this time I didn't agree. 


"You're mean."

He rolls over and buries his head in my pillow. I climb on the bed and sit criss-cross-applesauce. I rake my fingers through his hair, then say in a playful voice, "Aww, I'm so sorry Lukey."

He doesn't reply. I pull my hand away from his hair then say, "Forgive me?"

Luke slowly sits up from the bed and sits in from of me. I stare at him, and he stares at me. Then he lunges forward and pulls me into a hug. My eyes widen again and I hug him back. 

"Luke..." I choke out. 


"You're making it hard for me to breathe." 

"Oh, sorry." 

He lets go of me and we sit there face to face. Luke speaks, "Are you up for an adventure?"


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