Friends Forever

Amber's best friend is Luke Hemmings from down the street. They have been super close since they can remember. She's going to make sure that his dreams come true. Even with some rough patches here and there.
(Cover art is by Deviant Art artist Ribkadory)
[Trigger Warning: It isn't throughout the whole thing but it does pop up here and there, abuse and self harm. If that bothers you, read with caution or check out some other stories of mine.]


1. Broken Home

*Beginning Of 2011*
"Hello Mrs. Hemmings," I smile at my best friend’s mom. "Luke is expecting me, but you probably already knew that."
"Yes, he always informs me when you're coming over," Mrs. Hemmings smiles back at me. "Come on in dear, he's up in his room."
I step into the front room as she shuts the door. "He never does greet me," I shake my head.
"Maybe one day that'll change," she pats my shoulder. "Now you better rush up to him before he complains."
I laugh, "I hope you don't mind me staying for dinner."
"Of course not dear. You're practically part of this family."
I rush up the steps before I continue talking to Mrs. Hemmings. She's always been so nice to me and has always been there for me whenever I need help. Something I wish my parents did, but they're always too busy.
"Luke?" I knock on his bedroom door.
"Come in," Luke's voice comes from the other side.
I adjust my backpack before opening the door and walking in. "Hey," I smile shutting the door behind me.
"Took you long enough," he smiles at me from where he's sitting on his office chair.
"Oh shut up," I walk over and sit down on his bed. "So, what's up today?" I reach into my backpack and pull out a hair tie. My blonde hair has gotten a little frizzy and being quite annoying.
"You always put you hair up when you're with me," he spins to face me.
"I always have to walk over here and it always gets messed up."
He rolls his blue eyes and runs a hand through his blonde hair. "I thought it looked fine, Amber."
"You always say that," I lie down on his bed, closing my blue eyes.
Luke and I are about as close as two people can be. In fact, are birthdays are just days apart. We've been mistaken as twins more times than we can count.
"So, how's home been?" Luke asks out of the blue.
"Better than some days," I push myself up on to my elbows and open my eyes. "Why did you call me over here?"
"I just wanted to hang out. Is there something wrong with that?"
"We always hang out."
"I wanted to make sure you were okay."
"Always do. Now, can you sing me something"
"You always ask that," he turns around and grabs his guitar. "What do you want?" He turns back to me.
"Um, Please Don't Go by Mike Posner." I lie back down.
"Alright," he smiles as he strums. "Here goes nothing."
Luke sings the song with very little fault. Like he usually does. His voice takes me away. Takes me to another world. His voice is what saved me.
"Amber?" Luke has stopped singing.
"Yes Luke?" I answer.
"Nothing, it’s just, nothing."
"Of course it is," I smile. "You have a very nice voice. And you can play guitar. You need to do something with that," I flutter my eyes open.
"Be a solo artist?"
I laugh, "No, you wouldn't make it that way."
"Says you."
"Trust me Luke." I take a deep breath. "But you can do whatever you want."
"Do you think I could make YouTube videos?"
"Should I?"
"Will you help me?"
I look over at my best friend, "Of course. That's what best friends do."
"Help and protect," he holds out his fist.
"Forever and always," I make a fist and touch it with his.
"Spend the night?"
"If your mom’s okay with it."
"Isn't she always?"
We laugh knowing she always is.
"We'll have to go to my house to grab some clothes," I grimace.
"I'll be right there."
*Two Hours Later*
"I just think that lots of bands are overlooked and not appreciated as much as they should be," I say to Luke as I unlock my house's front door.
"Agreed, but there are a lot of bands that get a lot of attention," Luke replies.
We step into my house and I quietly shut the door.
"But then they do something with all that attention that really hurts them. So I guess in the long run you want to be famous but with only a small group of people." We make it to my room on the first floor and I quickly start packing.
"People that support you through good and bad but don't criticize everything you do," he starts looking around my room.
My room is nothing special. I've got a bed, closet, and a desk. My parents never go out shopping for me. Nope, once my twin brothers were born all their attention turn to them. I love my brothers, of course. They didn't do anything wrong. But because of them I'm the outcast of the family. Judged for everything I do. I make my room look ordinary and keep anything really special to me in a box under my bed. One day I'll move out of this hell hole and be happy.
"I remember when you're room was so much different," Luke sighs.
I slightly smile, "So do I. But that's the past." I sling my small duffle bag over my shoulder. "Let's go before my parents get home."
Just as I say that I hear a car make its way up the driveway and car doors slamming.
"Well shit," I groan.
Luke and I exit my room and start walking to the front door. We're met with my parents and my brothers.
"Amber," my mother smiles. "Where have you been?"
I can see through the smile and know I've done something wrong in her eyes again.
"Your brothers had a football game," my father adds in. "You missed them dominate."
I have to force myself not to roll my eyes. They always do great. At eight years old they are what everyone calls prodigies. Whenever I'm with them all questions are asked about them. I'm the sister no one cares about.
"Arron, Jake, go upstairs and clean up," my mother looks at my brothers.
"Yes mum," they smile before rushing upstairs.
"Why do you have your bag?" My dad asks.
"I'm going over to Luke's," I answer. Almost adding 'Where I'm wanted.'
"I think it’s time you stopped spending the night at Luke's house," my mother looks at me and glances at Luke.
"Why? He's my best friend. He actually gives a shit about me!"
"Amber, don't use that tone of voice in my house," my father almost growls.
"I'll do whatever the hell I want! You never care what I do until you think it'll ruin your image! I'm not sleeping with Luke, if that's what you're thinking!"
Luke's hand grips my upper arm.
"We never said that, you're just getting to that age where it’s awkward," my mother says.
"Stop acting like you care, mother. I know you don't," I try to keep my voice from sounding to bitter. "I'll do whatever I want because all you care about is Arron and Jake's football career. Sometimes I wish I could just get the fuck out because I know we'd all be happier!"
"Then get out!" My father almost screams. "You're right. We will be happier because you don't do anything useful anyways. Go live with the Hemmings or someone else! But get out because I won't take your attitude towards me and your mother!"
I smile, "I will gladly get out. And don't try and get me to come back saying you care! That died eight years ago!"
I tug Luke back to my empty room where we quickly gather up the little I have. Then we rush out the front door, right past my parents. As we're walking away, I see them watching us through the window. So I give them the bird.
*Thirty Minutes Later*
"I really hope I'm not intruding, Mrs. Hemmings," I say as she watches Luke and I set up one of the guest rooms for me. "I just couldn't stand being in their presences anymore. Fourteen years old and kicked out of my own house. What am I supposed to do? They're still my parents and responsible for me."
"Everything will work out dear," Mrs. Hemmings gives me a smile.
"You weren't there mum," Luke says. "I could feel so much tension. And it’s been going on for eight years."
"Amber, why haven't you told anyone?"
"I did," I look over at Luke. "And he's kept it secret like I told him to. Until now, my secrets out."
"Well, I think the best thing to do is wait it out. Things change, but you will always be welcome here. You can stay for as long as needed. All the way up to eighteen if need be," Mrs. Hemmings smiles.
I look over a Luke's loving mother that I've always wanted to be mine, "Thank you so much. I'll try not to be a bother and help out."
"Don't worry dear, I love having you around," she smiles once again before exiting the room.
"So, what's the plan," Luke asks once he knows his mother is out of hearing range.
"I guess I'll be staying here for the next few years," I smile at my best friend.
"I was hoping you'd say that," he smiles.
"You can sing for me more often. And we can always do homework and study together. I never wanted this to happen. I wanted to power through until I graduated school."
"Hey, this is better," he steps over to me. Carefully lifting my shirt up to view my stomach. "They can't do that to you anymore."
I look down to see the bruises covering the area. "It was my dad. Drunken rage. I'm always the target for everything that goes wrong."
He lets go of my shirt and looks me in the eyes. "Well, no more. You are a part of my family now. Kind of always have been. This summer break has turned out to be better than I ever thought possible."
"Stop being all deep, Lucas," I shove him away and laugh. "How are we even friends?"
"Because I'm the only one on the first day of school years ago that wanted to play with you."
"I don't think so," I take a sit on the bed. "You made fun of me and made me cry. Then offered to play."
"Aren't you glad I did, though?"
"Of course, dork. You have helped me through so much and I thank you for that."
"Good. I had no clue you could yell or cuss like that," he laughs.
"Oh shut up," I roll my eyes. "What are we gonna do now?"
He plops down next to me, "What do you want to do? You're the one who has a way worse day than me."
"Ha, don't remind me. Um, let’s go play some video games before dinner."
We both hop off the bed and rush to the living room. Quickly getting a video game started up and diving right into playing.
I'm so happy to have such an amazing best friend. Luke will do almost anything for me. Same with his family. Ugh, if only my family was like Luke's. But I guess I'm way better off here.


Yes, this is a 5 Seconds of Summer fan fiction. A type of fan fiction I have never posted on here before. I hope you liked it! I'd love to have some feedback in the comments below. :D

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...