months pass by before i see ashton again. michael has been keeping a close eye on me, not even letting glance towards ashton's house. but i do manage to sneek a peek every once in a while. i really hate the fact that michael won't even let me go see him. not even to say hi. michael has even taken the liberty of sleeping over here. isn't that great? yeah, no. michael's always been like a father figure more than a friend. even if he is only one year older than me. and especially during this situation.

"please?"

"luke, you've asked fifty times, the answer is still no!"

"but, please?"

"lucas!"

"i just want to see him!"

"luke, you know why we can't let you do that." calum pipes in, walking in from the kitchen and into the living room.

"i miss him, michael!" i whine.

"and you think i don't? he was my best friend, too!" michael says, raising his voice a bit. god, i swear this kid has anger issues.

"then come with me and say hi!" i suggest, a nervous smile slowly making it's way onto my lips.

"he thinks we dated, luke! you know how weird that's gonna be if we go over together?!"

"not very." i mumble, beginning to give up and crossing my arms while laying back onto the couch.

he sighs, "just let him move on a little bit, luke. please, he can't know about...you know."

i sigh. "fine."

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"let's talk about luke and michael and calum."

"okay-"

"they're keeping secrets."

"you think they're hiding something?"

i nod.

"but...what?"

i scoff, "oh, c'mon, michael doesn't look eighteen. neither does luke. and calum...they all look at least twenty, don't you think?"

"i...i guess so. what are you going on about, ash?"

"charlie, you can't tell me that you've never thought about calum lying to you. ever. even michael. right?"

"i...i...no. i haven't. he's my best friend, he'd never lie to me. not even michael." charlie says, but that glimmer in her eye tells me that she's lying.

"but what if he already has?! charlie, you're not dumb, you know more than i do, if you know what's going on just tell me what i'm missing!"

"i don't know what you're talking about." she whispers, now avoiding all eye contact with me.

i stand up, anger flashing through me. "YOU'RE LYING!"

"no, i'm not!" she shouts, still sitting on my bed.

"yes, you are! just tell me!" i shout, leaning down and getting a bit too close to her. she sighs, obviously frustrated.

" is going on! drop it!"

"charlie, please, just-"

"you wanna know?! fine!" she takes a deep breath, still frustrated,

"you're in a coma, okay?!"

what?

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