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Good Intentions ⇼ Luke Hemmings

Twenty-Two.

“I have to get that.” I mumbled against his lips.
“Let it burn.” He moved to my neck, kissing it as he held me as if he’d thought I’d never come back if I went to check on the cookies.
“You’re the one who wanted cookies so badly.” I laughed, running my hands through his wet hair.
“Well now I want you.” He ceased all movements, staring at me. “Are you coming back? Are you mine?” His hands lowered to mine, intertwining our fingers,
“I’m not anyone’s.” My voice was hardly a whisper as I climbed off his lap, taking the cookies out of the oven and turning around just in time to feel Luke’s body pressing into mine, pushing me against the counter and burning holes into me with his eyes.

“Cut the bullshit. I know you want me.” He smirked, making it perfectly clear how painful it was for him to be standing without his cane, making him grab the edge in support.
“You’re going to hurt yourself.” I complained, my voice in a faint whisper. I attempted to move past him to retrieve the wheelchair, but was unsuccessful as he wouldn’t let me go.
“It’s nothing compared to the pain I feel everyday when you don’t decide what you want.” Despite the cliche tone, a pang of guilt welled in my throat as he struggled to stand.
“You need to sit down.” I practically begged, changing the subject, knowing I wouldn’t have the strength to lift him if he fell.

“Romy, please.” His eyes were wide and desperate. I forced him back into the living room and sat him down, allowing him to pull me back onto his lap. “I just need you to tell me you love me. I need you to try. Just once. Even if it’s not true.” My next words were cautious, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the tip of his nose, taking his hands in mine.
“We need to talk,” I whispered, an immediate face paling followed. “Luke, I want to be with you.” I told him, a phrase I hadn’t even decided on myself. “But I don’t want to jump right into things. I just want to stay like this for a while—until I can clear my mind. No boyfriend or girlfriend. But this-” Pausing, I pecked his lips like he was made of glass. “Is this okay?”
“I guess it’s going to have to be.” He smiled.

***

“What are you doing?” I laughed as I joined Luke in the living room. I’d just taken a shower, and when I got out, he was sitting there with his old guitar. I haven’t seen it in years, and it compelled me to sit down.
“I’ve been working on a thing I like to call Pop-Punk Impressions.” He grinned. “Wanna hear?” I nodded slowly, pushing my wet hair out of my face. He cleared his throat before strumming. “Where are you? And I’m so sorry! I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight!” I couldn’t help but laugh as he sang I Miss You by Blink 182, and found it eerie that he sounded a lot Tom DeLonge. “Ready for another?” Before waiting for my answer, he began playing a new tune. “The moon was shining on the lake that night! My slayer t-shirt fit the scene just right! Your smeared mascara, I looked into your eyes and saw a lie!” The sound of Weezer’s If You’re Wondering slid off his tongue so easily, causing me to bite my lip in attempt to stop the laughter. “That one was hard to master.” He stopped playing.
“Sounds like it.” I teased.

“Jesus Christ that’s a pretty face, the kind you’d find on someone that could save. If they don’t put me away, it’ll be a miracle.” He started to sing Brand New’s Jesus Christ, smirking as he did so. Only stopping to change rhythm, he started to sing a different song. “I’ll paint you a picture with words ‘I miss her’. We still talk like every day! But we don’t talk in the same way that we used to! I’ll move on and forget you! We could never see eye to eye but either way, I like her ‘cause she’s smart, headstrong, and independent! She puts me in my place, but I don’t know where I stand. And if only I could find the words, or muster up the nerve to tell her I’ll never forget her, and she’ll always have a part of me!” He sang A Part of Me by Neck Deep, causing me to shake my head as I laughed. It killed me that he was so close and alike to each singer he impersonated. “This is my last one,” He pointed out. “It’s a full song this time.” He sheepishly smiled and began to sing Lipstick Covered Magnet by The Front Bottoms.

“Love how you disagree
to tell me that I’m wrong
When every bone is healed
and every stitch is sewn

I’ve got some words to share,
but she don’t like my tone
’ve got some words to share
she won’t pick up the phone

She's got some medicine.
She's choking on the pills.
She shouldn't feel this way,
A lack of social skills.

He'll take her out tonight.
She'll have an awesome time.
The only thing that's lost,
The only thing that's mine.

And I'm gonna get on my knees
Would you kick me in the face please?
It'll make whatever I say sound like poetry.
And as my gums begin to bleed
The words will fall like teeth
And whatever we have locked up now is free.

You're talking with your friends
Secrets they'll never keep
They're sitting on your bed
And all you want is sleep

Pretend that this is fake
It helps to kill the pain
All that you want is different
All that you'll get is same

There's nothing more to say
I think I've said it all
I'm sitting on the edge
I'm waiting for the fall.

I'll check my messages
They'll say you wanna fight
I'm turning off my phone.
How high were you last night?

And I'm gonna get on my knees
Would you kick me in the face please?
It'll make whatever I say sound like poetry.
And as my gums begin to bleed
The words will fall like teeth
And whatever we have locked up now is free.

I'm gonna get on my knees
Would you kick me in the face please?
It'll make whatever I say sound like poetry.
And as my gums begin to bleed
The words will fall like teeth
And whatever we have locked up now is free.

And I'm scared I'm gonna die as lonely as I feel right now.
And I'm scared I'm gonna die as lonely as I feel right now.
And I'm scared I'm gonna die as lonely as I feel right now.

I'm gonna get on my knees
Would you kick me in the face please?
It'll make whatever I say sound like poetry.
And as my gums begin to bleed
The words will fall like teeth
And whatever we have locked up now is free.

I'm gonna get on my knees
Would you kick me in the face please?
It'll make whatever I say sound like poetry.
And as my gums begin to bleed
The words will fall like teeth
And whatever we have locked up now is free!”

Without being able to stop myself, I grabbed the guitar from Luke and lied down with him on the couch, holding onto him until I fell asleep.

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@Allie Miller
:)))

ohhhh!!!! getting right on it

@exiiliious
Same. Well, I guess you probaly figured that out from the reference and my profile picture of Gerard Way. XD

@Ana Hemmings'
I love MCR haha

OH MY GOD!! I cried so hard when their son died! I'm not okay(anyone else catch that MCR reference? No? Ok then.)! Please update this!!!