Our first achievement, guys!!! Thank you so so so much because I couldn't have done it without all of you. ❤️

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Friday morning.

"Wake up, sleepyhead." Luke's voice rang in my ears as his breath tickled my neck. I smiled softly as a yawn escaped through my mouth. I heard shuffling on the bed and I felt the bed was dipped down. His hands found their way on my waist and tickled me as I gasped and pushed his hands his away.

"Alright, alright. I'm up." I sat on the bed, glaring playfully at Luke who was trying to act innocent. I rolled my eyes, "I will brush my teeth and join you for breakfast."

I made my way off the bed as Luke scrunched up his nose, waving off the imaginary bad breath of mine. "You stinky poo." He chuckled lightly and his laugh echoed in the bedroom. He went out the door and I smiled to myself.

After me and Calum visited Michael on Monday, it seemed that he was starting to be conscious. If anyone could make jokes the same day he got shot, that would be Michael only. He was something. Maybe, it was his piercing on his eyebrow, or his tattoos. Or it could have been his red hair, which he said he was going to dye blue next week and he thought about it in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. Only he could think about dyeing his hair while dying.

His smile, it was something precious; so pure. And the way he would constantly closes his eyes tightly and a few wrinkles would pop out by the side of his eyes as he throws his head back to laugh; made him look like a kitten. A humanly kitten. Or a kitten-ly human. Either way, I started calling him kitty since the night I visited him, and he hated that nickname. That made me want to call him kitty more.

As for Calum, he insisted on us "keeping in contact" and so he exchanged his number with me. He was a real nice guy, until he was going to tell a story. Every single detail pops out of his mouth. It was entertaining, but at some point, you wished you were sticking fish's mouth on his lips so he'd stop talking eventually. But otherwise, he was a real gentleman and a great friend. How I knew? Luke told me so.

As what Luke said, Calum was the secret treasurer. That was because he was a great listener. Luke also told me Calum does write some songs and sing to himself. If I ever hangout with that guy, that was the first thing I'd want him to do.

A few days back, Luke started becoming a real gentleman again as he was the first time we met. He wasn't being cold or acting like a jealous freak towards me. Until now, I liked the brighter side of him better. He would constantly make jokes and never failed to make me smile always. It was creeping me out a little, but maybe he was just being nice and I was overreacting.

About the texts, I never gotten one until now since Monday night and I was more than grateful. Weird thing was that some part of me wanted him to text me, it made me miss him even more. I knew I shouldn't , but I felt like I needed to give him one more chance. Just one more chance to make everything right. Being a selfish child who forgotten that he killed her own father, I still wanted him to tell me the truth.

Lies could be pouring out from his mouth, but I wanted to know what he had got to say to me. After all, everybody deserves a second chance.

After brushing my teeth, I finally walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to find someone I almost forgotten about. Shane Evans.

He was eating pancakes that Liz was making while my mother was helping to wash the dirty dishes. It was weird to see an internet sensation sitting here, but he was Luke's friend and this was not my house to order anything about. I took a seat beside Luke's brother, Jack and it was across from Shane's. He smiled broadly and waved with his fork, "Good morning, darling."

"Morning, and don't call me darling," I said playfully, taking a hot pancake off the nearest plate. Luke, who was sitting beside him, snickered loudly and covered his mouth. Shane held an amused expression and smiled cheekily at me. He hit Luke in the back of his head and Luke winced in pain.

"I hate you," Luke mumbled grumpily.

"Charming," I smirked at both of them and started eating the pancake, full of hunger. Last night, me and Luke played Call Of Duty and he taught me how to cheat perfectly. Those games made me really hungry and when I went off to bed starving, this was what happened.

"Woah, woah. Take it easy on the pancake. They might just run away from your plate scared," Jack said beside me and I chuckled, starting not to care about any comments from the way I eat.

"My daughter is slowly changing into a man," my mother joked. We all chuckled including my mother and Liz and started eating our breakfast quietly.

Shane coughed a little and I looked up to him staring directly down at me, smiling. "I hope you haven't forgotten the show tomorrow, Hazel."

Shoot, I forgot.

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Happy? Not for long. 🙊

8th of April, 2017.