THIS WAS POSTED SIX DAYS AGO, BUT IT WAS UNPUBLISHED, I GUESS. ENJOY, OR SOMETHING.

I'll reveal everything that at I can that doesn't make sense.. In the next chapter.

Luke and I met in around year 7 (from what I remember). Everyone knew his brothers, Ben and Jack, but they went to a different school that same year, so no one really paid attention to the youngest Hemmings (at least.. I think he is the youngest).

I remember faintly he was coming to school less and less, and then left. I chewed on my lip. I don't remember much about him; we never hung out, he was never in any drama, never got in any trouble, but wasn't the teacher's pet. He was just there, and then he wasn't.

I could imagine already what the lecture would be from Jadyn and Calum. "Haven't I taught you better than this, Michael Gordon? You should've been there for him! You obviously noticed his existence, you could have been the one who befriended him. I'm sure he was lonely! You could've checked up on him, or at least asked if he was okay if you noticed he was missing so much school." They're so fucking annoying.

I couldn't have done those things. I wasn't that type of person. I am still not, but I think about others more. It's better.

I stopped chewing on my lip and decided to chew on pizza instead. Video games and food are better than thinking about old classmates.

I fumbled with the controls getting everything ready, when I zoned out again. I stared blankly at the light gray walls, focusing on nothing. My mind was fuzzy, yet clear. My kind wandered off into it's own little world.

I don't know how long I sat this way, but I woke up by shaking my head. Proceeding to play video games, I was once again distracted.

After an hour of kicking ass on COD, I felt a buzz in my pocket.

Callie ♡: can i come over? Mali has friends over and even Ellie is annoying me

Me: of course you dork

I silently glared at the name Ellie. Calum has had a crush on her since last summer and it sucks. Why can't he like me? Whatever. Boys suck.

"Michael! I made lunch." Mom called from the kitchen. I just ate pizza however long ago, but eh. Food. I tossed the controller down and ran into the kitchen. My sock clad feet slid across the floor as I ran to the kitchen.

"Food?"

"Yes, Michael, food," my mom laughed, "that you have to eat quickly. We're going somewhere." My mum handed me a plate of food, subtly glancing at my hair (which was probably blue), and then proceeded to do the dishes. We had a nice kitchen. It was cozy. The cabinets were wooden (filled with lots of snacks and other foods), the walls blueish white. Pictures and inspirational quotes hung up on the walls. Black granite-like counters. It wasn't super big, but it definitely wasn't small either.

I sat down at the table, talking to my mum. "Calum's coming over soon though," I shoved a bit of food in my mouth. "Classy, Michael. Mouth closed. Calum can come too, I guess." She sighed. "Where are we even going? You haven't mentioned it yet."

"Oh! My friend and I just got reacquainted and she has, er, a son around yours and Calum's age. You used to hang out when you were real little, I'm not sure you remember though." She uttered. She began putting away the dishes as she turned away from me.

"Cool," I spoke after a moment. "No "what's his name" or "what does he look like" or anything? You always ask a bunch of questions." She inquired. "Food," she nodded at that. "What's his name?" I asked anyway. I'm pretty sure I already knew who he was. Who else could it be, honestly? Luke.

"Luke." Huh, wow, who would've thought! "Cool," I breathed out. More food. That's what I wanted. No, needed. I shoved more macaroni into my mouth. Yesss.

Damn, I'm weird.

Calum came over shortly thereafter, not knocking or anything. Not that it was unusual; that's just how it was after being friends for so long. I liked being with Calum. He's reliable, he's an amazing friend, we get along great, he's funny, he's thoughtful, we've known each other for years, he doesn't judge me or anyone, we've always had each other backs...

Fuck, I like him.

Fuck my hair's pink.

Please don't ask anything. Please don't ask what's wrong. Please don't even notice it. Fuuuuuuuuuuckk.

"Hey, you okay, man?" Shit. I basically willed my hair to go to yellow. It didn't work. Calum, damn it. "Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be?" I said coolly. He opened his mouth to say something, but looked at my hair quickly and shut it again. "Uh, nothing. So, what're we doing?" Thanks for changing the subject, Cal. "Playing COD until my mum takes us to Luke's house?"

"We're going to Luke's house?" His face immediately got brighter.

Why can't he look at me that way when it's actually about me? I want to to be the reason you smile that way, Calum.

My hair turned purple and green.

MukeInWonderland actually updated Colors??? What??? Sorcery, must be. Anywhore, this is the longest chapter so far. Be proud of your mom/wife/I don't know. I think this was a pretty good chapter. Explained some things. Quite a bit of  dialogue, more descriptive  (I think) than the last, a slight 1D reference. 

I'm thinking about getting rid of a couple of my stories so I can focus on finishing others, so could y'all maybe comment on the title of a book you want me to keep?

Colors (Muke Clemmings)

Crush or Crushed? // Muke

Neighbor // Muke

Being Bullied (Bi!Luke With Muke)

Imagine / Invisible // Muke

Can We Carry On? (SnowBaz/Carry On Fanfiction)

I have about a billion other ideas, so if you want me to replace one of these or something, let me know. I might also post one about new stories.