The next day rolled around and Luca was under his sheets, staring longingly up at the ceiling as his mind wandered through various thoughts.

His phone buzzed, startling him a little and he reached out under his pillow to grab it.

When he brought it up to face, his bloodshot eyes caught onto the notification and he furrowed his eyebrows.

Unknown number:

Luca fumbled his fingers around the keyboard, confused and bewildered by the odd message.

Luca:

Luca stared at the messages for a moment, ready to put away his phone once knowing it was just a wrong number.

Unknown number: ashton.

Unknown number:

Luca rolled his eyes at the messages, releasing a heavy sigh before beginning to type back a reply.

Luca:

Luca:

A minute or two passed and Luca found himself waiting for Ashton to respond. Realising his pathetic behaviour, Luca silenced his phone and shut his eyes.

He didn't know how long time had passed but Luca was soon drawing out a hand to guilitly grab his phone again and check it.

Unknown number: we need 2 talk. pleasseee meet me at queenstons park at 2pm kk?

Luca shook his head at the message, but mustered up a reply anyway.

Luca:

Unknown number: benji. So will u meet me there?

Luca held his breath for a moment, contemplating whether or not he should go. He had already spent the previous night deciding that he would ignore Ashton's existence completely but maybe, talking to him about everything will earn some sort of closure to help him move on.

He bit his lip hard, almost to the point of oozing blood and exhaled heavily.

Luca: okay, fine. I'll try be there at 2.

He didn't know what he was going into, but he wasn't setting himself up to be disappointment. Because Ashton Anders was going to reject him and honestly, he hardly minded at all.