Chapter 4: "I dont fücking know you."

                                    

                                          
||Luke||
                          
Luke sighed and stood awkwardly In front of his mom. 
"He's bulimic? Like he doesn't eat?" She asked. 
"Well kinda, but basically." Luke said. 
Liz gave a soft smile and hugged Luke. 
"Well, be sure to bring him over as soon as possible, I'm sure he's lovely, your brothers and I would love to meet him." And she let go of her son and kissed his forehead. 
It was supper time now and Luke, Jack, Ben and their mom were sitting at the table eating spaghetti. 
                          
"So did you guys win?" Liz asked Ben referring to the football game Ben was playing in. Ben nodded and smiled. 
                          
"Yes! But it wasn't the same without you guys cheering, especially Luke." He said looking at Luke. 
Luke smiled at his older brother. 
"That's sweet." Liz smiled and the Hemmings kept eating their supper. 
"Luke can you help with dishes?" His mom asked after they were done eating. He nodded and went into the kitchen to help his mom. 
"I can do them mum, go to bed relax." Luke said. She nodded and kissed her sons forehead. 
"You're truly an amazing person Luke." She said before leaving the kitchen. 
                          
When Luke was done the dishes he went downstairs to his room and laid on his bed for about two hours. 
                          
"Fuck it." He said standing up and walking to his window. 
He opened it up and boosted himself out. 
                          
||Calum||
                          
He stood in the waiting room at the hospital where they took michael. 
Yeah, Calum didn't actually know Michael, but he knew enough to know that he need someone on his life. He needed a friend. 
He didn't mean to lie to the cops but it just slipped, he didn't know what else to say. 
                          
How about,  "Yeah, I met him in a group therapy, but we didn't actually speak to each other but I have a feeling we'll be good friends though." 
                          
Absolutely not. 
                          
Calum laughed at the thought of saying that. They wouldn't let him go with michael. Hell if someone said that to Calum, he wouldn't let them in.
                          
Calum sighed and looked down at the ground. 
                          
Calum liked Luke, he liked his blonde hair, his blue eyes, he likes how outspoken he is, how mature he is, he likes how tall he is, how quiet he is, he liked how sarcastic he was, he barley knew Luke, like at all, but wanted him. 
                          
The thing Calum didn't know, Luke wanted  Calum too. 
                          
||michael||
                          
"Hello Mr.Clifford, I'm doctor Swenen, do you know why you're here?" The doctor asked michael who sat up in a bed with tunes coming out of his stomach and nose. 
"I suck at everything." Michael said. 
"Michael, you tried to kill yourself, you overdosed." The doctor spoke like michael already didn't know. "Luckily, the neighbour came to see how you were doing and quickly called the cops." 
"Okay." Michael said.
"Okay, I'll let you get some rest, but here is a address to a group therapy I suggest you go to," the doctor spoke handing him a slip of paper. "And your cousin is here to see you." The doctor said leaving the room. 
Michael raised his eyebrow rather confused as Calum walked through the door. 
"I don't fucking know you." Michael said as Calum sat down. 

                          
||Ashton||
                          
Well, he's asleep.