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n'abandonnez pas

n'abandonnez pas

It was a few minutes before 9 p.m. when the trio arrived back at the hotel. Luke automatically collapsed in the bed, his back aching from the walking they've done throughout the college town. He curled up in the scent of Michael, closing his eyes.

"Can I wear your sweater on the plane tomorrow?" Clémence asked, folding up a few pairs of jeans tightly.

"Yeah, sure," he waved it off, smirking as he looked at his daughters phone on her own bed, "ooo, Calum wants to know if you're awake."

Luke opened one eye, smiling as he looked up at his boyfriend. Clémence belly-flopped onto the bed, grabbing her phone from her father's hands and sliding the unlock tab.

"What're you hiding?" Michael asked. He felt like it was a decade ago, when C would spill something on the floor and then try to hide it with a surrounding object. He remembers placing his hands on his hips and going, what are you hiding? He never realized he'd be saying it about the neighbor across the hallway, though.

"Nothing, Daddy," she said, sarcasm radiating her voice.

Luke reached out his hands, dragging Michael on top of him, "come cuddle."

"No," Mike laughed, "I need to pack." He left a kiss on Luke's jaw line, "let me go."

"If you love me let me go!" Luke and Clémence shouted in sync, letting out bellowing laughter at their Panic! At The Disco references.
"They have so many better songs," Clémence said, putting down her phone on the bedside table once more, "such a shame."

Luke laughed, pecking at Michael's lips when the fourteen year old wasn't looking. "Do you two really have to leave? We could buy a nice, big house outside of the city and live in there forever. Just the three of us."

Michael let out a loud sigh, laying down so he was on top of Luke, only the white sheets in between them. "We've gotta head back into the sunshine."

Clémence continued packing, shoving the many sets of clothes into her already over-flowed suitcase. She took a few glances at the gross couple laying in bed, whispering sweet nothings in each others ears.
They're going to make it work, they're at least going to give it a try. Everyone knows, though, that Michael and Luke are meant to be. And, if it's meant to be, then they'll go to the ends of the Earth trying to make it work. The true radiance the couple set off when they were together was something Clémence has never seen, not from any couple, any lover, anyone.

"I should pack," Mike declared after half an hour went by.

"If you don't pack, then you won't go," Luke said, wrapping his arms tightly around Michael's waist.

"That's not very good logic, you have a PhD, can't you do something better than that?" Michael wiggled free of the younger boy's grasp, accidentally rubbing against chin against Luke's crotch in the process. It took all the will-power in the entire world for the blonde to suppress that moan.

Mike got up, starting to fold his own clothes into his suitcase, not caring if it was clean or not. "You could come visit us," he offered, "I don't think you've seen the sunshine in quite some time."

"My mom is going to be so jealous when I tell her about this weekend."

Clémence broke out into a chuckle, "you're the biggest mama's boy I have ever met." She zipped up her dark blue luggage back, throwing it by the door. She bent down, picking up a brown satchel. She unbuttoned the top, starting to shove other random items she needed to bring.

"Michael, your daughter is being mean to me, control her," Luke whined, laying on his back with a hand in his hair.

"Well, I mean, she does have a point." Michael laughed. He gave up on folding and just started crumbling his clothes up and trying his best to fit him in the bag.

Clémence plugged in her computer, camera, and phone, laying in her own bed, "so, are you guys official now?"

"I guess we are," Luke answered, turning his head to look at the blue-haired girl.

"Can you skip the whole dating part and just, like, get married and move in? I don't really want to leave," she confessed.

Michael smiled like an idiot, he really loved his life. Luke was his Earth and Moon and everything in between. He was his sunshine, his happiness, his reason to live.

//friendly reminder: there is one chapter left and I don't want it to end so I'm gonna post in next week//