Punk

 

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In which Michael hangs out with Skylar and intimidates Luke, and they may or may not have been "friends with bens" since they were twelve.

In which Calum lies to his parents to chill in Michael's penthouse, because it's not like he's always been desperately in love with Skylar, he just definitely is, and she's always been too willing to ignore it.

In which Skylar is the school's legendary, untouchable, punk and Luke could not be any different. But he's the first person to ever call her beautiful, and he can't stop thinking about that time when she called him an asshole.

 

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one

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The walls of public school bathrooms hold a lot of truth. There are also quite a few lies, more rumors than there should be, curse words, horny drawings, and then there is Skylar's wall.

She found it in the bathroom on the third floor. It's the sunniest bathroom in the school, and has one of the best mirrors, so it's obviously the most popular. It's not even the bathroom with the most grafiti (that would go to the small, triangular mess on the second floor), but it's the one with a full stall dedicated to her.

No one could say what was written first. Was it "Skylar's a bitch" or "who hasn't she fucked" or the marks saying "whatever you do, dont fuck with Skylar Dias".

There were arguments over whether she was an ass or if she just had a fine ass. There were various people commenting on other's comments, and more than a dozen arguments. People who thought everyone was whipped for her, and people who thought everyone had already had their way with her-- that way.

One thing was for agreed: Skylar Dias was a punk.

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Luke Hemmings was not.

He was the kind of boy who you bring home to your parents and can trust with your sister. He was the kind of the boy who didn't need to try for good grades, but made almost too much of an effort when it came to being social. He was the one the nerds liked when they stopped pining over the boys on the soccer team who never so much as looked their way. He probably had never been mean to anyone, and he started out as too much of a nobody to be teased. He would be called "adorable" before he would be called "hot".

One thing is for sure: His name was never likely to appear on the wall of any bathroom, especially in the same sentence as Skylar's. Anyone who knew them would say that their worlds were not likely to cross at all, that the girl with the legendary red hair would never even learn the tall boy's name.

But she did.

You see, this is the story of how their worlds crossed, and what happened when they did. This is an unlikely love story between the punk they all talked about and the boy no one did.

 

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If anyone saw into the legendary Skylar's home life, they would be surprised at its simple, unlegendary form.

Her mother worked at the big hospital right next to downtown. Their apartment was small, perhaps too small, but Skylar would escape to the balcony, even when she was a little girl. There was a view of just about nothing, but the sounds were from downtown and the smell was of the air, somehow made more special because she was ten floors above the ground.

She had three siblings and no space to herself, it seemed. The twins shared a room, of course, and when Skylar turned sixteen, they gave Brett his own room and put up cutains that seperated the dining/kitchen/living room from the little space that would be her "room". The walls were lined with band posters and it opened onto her precious balcony.

Her mother had recently remarried, after a long streak of dating and spending the night at strange men's houses. Skylar never minded; it gave her more time alone. She did, however, mind the family dinners with the man who definetly was not family. She put him in his place from the first day, and let him know that she made the rules and that if he ever hurt her mother, he had her to deal with.

Their apartment building was pretty, Skylar thought. Pretty fake. It pretended to be townhouses, with apartments rising above them. It pretended to be pretty, with huge, three-story penthouses. It was an allways-changing crowd of neighbors, of strange people in the elevator and she had been there her whole life.

Getting ready in the morning involved looking into the glass doors off the balcony and wishing they were better mirrors. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to be called pretty. Mostly, she wasn't lying when she said that she didn't care.

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Luke's new room wasn't allowed to be painted. He frowned at the white walls and dark black bed. The apartment was furnished, which his mom said was good because it was temporary. Yeah, right. Luke could see how his parents loved the little two bedroom, two bathroom living arrangement. They were laughing in the kitchen, three open bottles of wine on the counter.

Even his bathroom was furnished with a little rug and shitty towels. He wondered why he hadn't thought to bring the beer stashed under his bed back at home. He wondered if the water leak had ruined them, or just made them float in the river that had taken over.

 "What a shame," everyone said about the "unfortunate water leak". Luke's parents nodded and tried not to smile. Their middle son had left for college, and Luke would be gone in two years. This was the downsizing they had alway talked about-- paid by their insurance.

Out his window, Luke could see two men in a dumpster. Downtown was gross, he thought.

He stepped out onto the balcony (furnished with a table and two chairs-- who furnishes a balcony?) and saw that other balconies had things on them, too. Plants, chairs-- the best one had a couch and a rug.

He smelled cigarette smoke and was about to go back inside when he heard it-- laughter. Definitely teenage laughter-- someone sounded like they were howling at the wind and someone else was snorting. He could tell the other person was a girl, because she kept yelling "PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN MIKEY I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU" in a distincict voice. He recognized it from somewhere, somehow. She kept yelling, but he couldn't get over the fact that she was also laughing-- loudly, like she didn't care who heard.

 

((i know this chapter is kind of boring but its bACKGROUND INFo and you NEED it))

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