"Luke?" Came the voice the young boy had been dreading. "Yes Professor?" He called, fearing whatever punishment he had coming. A light nock came from the door. "May I come in…?" Luke sighed heavily. "Yeah…" He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his feet. The door slowly open and Layton walked in, shutting the door behind him. He sat down beside Luke, his eyes wide with concern. "Would you like to tell my why you yelled at Flora…?" He tilted his head to the side. Luke shook his head, his eyes dull. "Would you tell me what's bothering you?" He raised an eyebrow. Luke gritted his teeth. He'll never believe me! "Nothing, Professor. She just pushed me over the edge…" He muttered, turning away. Layton frowned, sighing heavily. "Alright, but if anything is bothering you remember you can tell me anything." He shrugged and left the room. Yeah right… Luke sighed and stood up, stretching a bit before walking out. He rushed down the steps and took his green hat off of the rack, grabbing his matching coat. His style had pretty much changed, except he still carried round his bag- or as Clive still called it, his manpurse. He chuckled, shaking his head as he grabbed his bag and put the strap over his head and onto the opposite shoulder of the bag before walking out.
It seemed like a normal day, the streets were busy, the shops were open. He smiled, looking around. The smile soon faded as a chill shot up his spine. He cast a swift glance behind him, seeing nothing but a group of kids around his age. He shrugged briefly and kept walking. Only a few seconds later he looked again, the kids were still behind him. Luke clenched his teeth and began running, his eyes wide as he shoved people out of his way, his heart galloping in his chest. Great, just great! A bunch of kids are stalking me, probably want to sell me drugs or take my money! He looked over his shoulder once more, the kids were gone. He relaxed, slowing down as he made his way over to a bench, sitting down. He buried his face in his hands, panting. "God, how could this day get any worse…?" He muttered. At times like this Luke believed his goals were hopeless, he'd never be able to be who he wanted to be. Sometimes he just wanted to be a normal boy, others he wanted to be a true gentleman like the Professor. Ever since Luke had been able to move back to London, Layton had been there for him. But still, he felt jealous of Flora, she had had Layton for two years, and all he had was three or four letters. Luke slowly clenched his fists. Flora was still the center of Layton's world, and it drove him mad. He wished they had left her in that tower, left her at the barn, left her in the "Future London" even.
He still sat there as the sky grew dark.
He still sat as clouds covered the starry sky.
He still sat there as rain poured down on him.
The drops slowly collected on the brim of his hat and trailed down onto his shoulders. He took off the hat and let the rain soak into his hair and trickle down his face, hiding the tears. He glanced up at the sky. "I just wish I could be myself…" He whispered, swallowing hard as he wiped his nose on his sleeve.
After a while Luke was greeted by the bright lights of a familiar red car. Layton stepped out of the car and calmly walked over to his apprentice. Without saying a word he guided Luke over to the car, opened the door for the boy to sit down, got in, and drove home.
Luke slowly climbed up the stairs, his eyes dull. He swung the door open and shut it lightly behind him, not even bothering to change out of his wet clothes before climbing into bed, welcoming the dreamless sleep that came to him.
((I hope I'm doing a good job as Luke, I feel as if I'm not doing him justice. x-x Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter.))