Double Hemmings

Adam Lancaster is your typical nerd but without the real typical nerd look. He's good in school, almost only getting straight A's, and he is what you could define as slightly attractive. It all seems great, right? Well, you thought wrong. Nothing is great about Adams current life. Three months ago it was completely fine. It was exactly how Adam had wished it would be. But a couple of months ago something changed. He couldn't seem to figure out what was going on. Not until one day a couple of girls gathered up the courage to finally speak to him. It wasn't until after that, that things really started to finally make sense to him. But is it a good thing, or a bad thing?



When I slammed my door closed I threw myself on my bed headfirst. I groaned loudly when my phone rang from the back pocket of my jeans. I lay on my back and fished out my iPhone 6s. Gotta keep up with the technology. I looked at the ID-caller to se a random number and the location being the United Kingdom. I furrowed my eyebrows but answered anyway.

"Uh -hello?" I greeted the person on the other end.

"Hi, am I speaking with a Adam Lancaster?" The person asked sounding like rather young male. He can't be that much older than me.

"Yes, that's me," I answered and sat upright in my bed. Who the hell is this person calling me?

"Great, uh, my name is Luke Hemmings," he said, obviously hesitating if he should say his name or not. "And I have something I would like for us to discuss," he said and learned his throat.

Waaait.. Luke Hemmings? As in that dude from that band?

"Uh, sure," I started, dragging out the word 'sure'. "About what exactly?"

"Can we meet up? It's not something we can talk about over the phone," he stated nervously.

"But aren't you in, like, England?" I asked stupidly. He let out a little laugh, I smiled slightly.

"My phone is, but I'm on a.. vacation in L.A at the moment," he answered pausing his sentence half way, probably searching for the right words to use.

"Okay, I guess we could meet," I answered cautiously. I heard him let out a breath of relief.

"Great! Meet me at the fountain at the Grove in, like, twenty minutes or so," he said and hung up. I slowly removed the phone from my ear and looked at it. The Grove at the Farmers Market - that's half an hour drive from here! I got up from my bed and out of my bedroom. I went down the stairs, being greeted by my parents that were in the same position I left them not even thirty minutes ago. My dad was comforting my mom who was obviously sobbing into her hands. I sighed and closed the front door behind me. I walked to the garage and got into my car. I drove out the driveway and onto the busy L.A roads.

Twenty-five minutes later I reached an open parking lot and parked there. I got out of my var, locked it behind me and walked the rest of the way to the Grove. I reached the fountain five minutes later and took a seat at the fountain railing looking out into the crowd of turists and local residents, waiting for something to stick out.

"Adam?" A voice sounded from my left. I turned my head and looked at the person I didn't know through my sunglasses. He was wearing a pair of almost identical sunglasses, his blond hair styled to perfection, and a small grin on his pierced lips. I nodded and slipped off my sunglasses, standing up from my previous position.

"Luke?" I asked. He also simply nodded, taking off his sunglasses as well, his blue eyes brightening in the hot Los Angeles sun. He looked into my blue eyes a little choked.

"Let's go inside and talk, shall we?" He asked and gestured to the Grove. I nodded and followed his tall, black clad figure.

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