A/N - This will be a one-parter…but if enough people like it, I will make a second POV
Luke's POV
Through the Eyes of a True Friend
I look at them, my ex-girlfriend and my new friend. So happy together. She's gorgeous, as usual. He, well, he just complements her perfectly. They go together, not her and me. I screwed that chance up. And now he's my friend. After all the shit I put him through, he sticks up for me. When my dad came out of the closet, that's when.
Now I watch over her. Make sure no one hurts her. I don't need to worry about him. He would never hurt her. Never. Not like I did. I see Oliver Trask. The look in his eyes when she walks by. The secret smiles he reserves just for her. The warning looks passed on to him. I don't trust him.
We, we don't trust this kid, Oliver. Oliver's doing the same thing that was done to me, by him. But they were meant for each other. Oliver's just meant for the asylum. He told me about Oliver's OD. OD my ass. And how Oliver wouldn't go to the emergency room. And how she stayed with Oliver, asked him to leave. I saw it all. The hurt in his eyes, those piercing blue eyes.
I wish she would see it. How he's being torn apart by jealousy. Yeah, jealousy. I'm not afraid to admit it, but he is. Instead, he resorts to dangerous measures. Now he faces suspension or expulsion. These things didn't tear him apart. Yet the one thing that mattered most was also taken from him. Her trust. He saw it too. The hurt in her eyes. She didn't want to break his heart. What he didn't know, was hers was broken too.
We come from different worlds, him and me. But are those two worlds really different?
Luke's POV
Through the Eyes of a True Friend
I look at them, my ex-girlfriend and my new friend. So happy together. She's gorgeous, as usual. He, well, he just complements her perfectly. They go together, not her and me. I screwed that chance up. And now he's my friend. After all the shit I put him through, he sticks up for me. When my dad came out of the closet, that's when.
Now I watch over her. Make sure no one hurts her. I don't need to worry about him. He would never hurt her. Never. Not like I did. I see Oliver Trask. The look in his eyes when she walks by. The secret smiles he reserves just for her. The warning looks passed on to him. I don't trust him.
We, we don't trust this kid, Oliver. Oliver's doing the same thing that was done to me, by him. But they were meant for each other. Oliver's just meant for the asylum. He told me about Oliver's OD. OD my ass. And how Oliver wouldn't go to the emergency room. And how she stayed with Oliver, asked him to leave. I saw it all. The hurt in his eyes, those piercing blue eyes.
I wish she would see it. How he's being torn apart by jealousy. Yeah, jealousy. I'm not afraid to admit it, but he is. Instead, he resorts to dangerous measures. Now he faces suspension or expulsion. These things didn't tear him apart. Yet the one thing that mattered most was also taken from him. Her trust. He saw it too. The hurt in her eyes. She didn't want to break his heart. What he didn't know, was hers was broken too.
We come from different worlds, him and me. But are those two worlds really different?