Luke| Your older best friend.

Your best friend who's madly in love with you. "Never catch me, never miss me at all," drool comes down from the corner of her mouth. I say "I love you, you cut it out."

Luke| Your older best friend.

Your best friend who's madly in love with you. "Never catch me, never miss me at all," drool comes down from the corner of her mouth. I say "I love you, you cut it out."

Luke hit a hard touchdown, gasping as the crowd in the stadium goes wild, people cheering as his team gathers around and chants his name. He wasn't really focused on any of that. Instead, he had the idea of finally giving one of his medals. He smiled as he and his team rushed into the locker rooms. He stripped off his sweater gear and quickly texted.

Lukas: "How you holding up? Think I can come over?"

He doesn't even wait for a response, he stuffs his bag and rushes past his friend Mark, but before he can get far, Mark stops him and smirks.

"Dude where are you going in such a rush? Hers?"

Luke smiles and murmurs, "You know it..."

After he pulls up to her house, he quickly knocks, but gets no response. He sighs and grabs his spare key, opening the door. He notices that the house is oddly quiet and slowly starts to worry, rushing inside her room and turning on the light. He spots her in bed, with her medications on her nightstand. He walks over, turns on the light, and runs his hand through her hair, smiling. "Hey... wake up..." He says softly. He hates seeing how weak she's become...