Terrible Things || muke || malum

bad dreams

Michael's legs carried him somewhere that his head had no control over. The sun was bright in his eyes and when his vision finally focused, everything was green. The grass was emerald and the trees were strong and tall and plentiful. Birds sang a tune that carried in the wind. This looked like a place that people would stand in line to get to, but the weird thing was, is no one was there. Minus the blonde teenager dressed in white on the park bench about five feet in front of Michael.

Michael's legs came to a sudden halt in front of the white figure. He couldn't see his face -- the boy's face was masked by the pearly hoodie he wore. Michael backed away slowly, before seating himself at the opposite end of the bench.

Awkward would be an understatement at this point. Michael felt downright uncomfortable. Until the figure cleared his throat.

"Calum seems like a nice guy. Good for you, Mikey."

That voice stopped Michael's heart mid beat because his voice was so identifying and lovely and Michael spent every minute of every day begging to hear it one more time.

His throat felt constricted, like it had when he was fifteen and ate his pizza too fast. He was there too. He was everywhere. He was Michael's thoughts.

"L-Luke?" the boy pulled down his white hood, revealing the face Michael knew all too well, "Oh my God, Luke, i-it's you."

Luke looked at Michael, the same twinkle he had in his eye before diagnosis seemed brighter and even more lovely. He gave Michael a genuine smile with a flash of his teeth. "The one and only."

"B-but you're supposed to be. . . dead." Michael found it difficult to breathe. His body was on fire and his mind was screaming, begging, pleading why why why could he see him and why wasn't he hugging him and telling him he loved him more than anything in the world.

"Oh I'm very much alive. In your mind, at least. Or whenever you talk about me. Watch one of my favorite movies. Read my letters. I'll never really die, Michael. Not until you do."

Michael was utterly speechless because Luke was entirely wrong. He was very much dead. He couldn't kiss Michael or hug him and tell him everything would be okay anymore because he was six feet underground.

"But honestly, Calum does seem great. Very nice of him to come help you like that during one of your attacks." Luke's tongue peeked out of his mouth to wet his lips. Michael coughed.

"I haven't had an attack like that in a while. He wouldn't have came if it wasn't that bad."

"Michael, I'm part of your brain. You can't lie to me."

"Can we change the subject please?"

"Sure. Let's talk about Calum."

Michael groaned. "I don't want to."

"No, no, no," Luke insisted, eyes sparkling as he turned his whole body to an upset Michael. He crossed his legs on the bench (with struggle) and propped his head up in his hands, much like an interested teen girl, "So what's he like?"

"Aren't you my brain? You should know this." Michael mocked.

Luke rolled his eyes. "I wanna hear it from you, silly. I love hearing you talk."

"Don't say that." Michael whispered.

"Why not? It's true. You're a really great talker. Your voice is undeniably perfect and you're unbelievably funny. You can hold a conversation better than anyone I know. Knew. I just love talking to you." Luke rambled.

"Everything you're saying is just making it ten times harder for me to get over you, you get that right?"

"That's why I want you to talk. Please. Just talk to me about him." Luke's bottom lip jutted out and he whimpered, causing Michael's heart to do the thing again.

"I don't know, Luke. He's nice."

"Nice? Nice is all he gets for saving you at 11 at night? You can do better than that."

"He's super nice?"

"Jesus Christ, Michael. How do you feel when you're around him?"

"I don't know. . , Like I'm not alone?"

Luke's eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning. "Good. Good, keep going."

"I think he understands what I'm going through. I guess since he's kind of going through the same thing. He's trying. I guess I sorta need someone like him since you're not around."

The smile disappeared from Luke's face, leaving behind a confused expression. "I'll always be around, Mikey. I'm glad someone can help you though," A small grin graced his face, "That just means there's hope for you."

"Hope for me?"

"Did you not pay attention to my letters, Michael?" An amused expression crossed his face and Michael thought back to all the letters that basically said to replace the blonde. Michael scoffed.

"Do you honestly think I'm going to replace you? With who?"

Luke rolled his eyes and groaned. "Are you that oblivous, Michael? With Calum, of course!"

"Calum? What makes you think I'd want to be with Calum? Or Calum want to be with me?

"Why else do you think he'd help you at 11 at night? Race to your house? Stay the night with you? I know you've seen him staring at you. You see the looks."

"That doesn't mean anything. Besides, I've only known him for a few days."

"I'm not saying you'll get together now," Suddenly the backdrop started to melt. The park colors dripped and pooled, mixing into some murky brown, taking Luke with it. He began to disintegrate, his smile turning into a drippy frown. But he continued talking, much to Michael's horror, "But you'll realize it soon. I know you will."

"Luke? Luke what's happening?" Michael panicked, looking down at himself, realizing he too was evaporating. He pawed at his liquid clothes, a sputtering mess.

"I love you, Mikey."

"Michael? Mikey! Are you okay? You kept screaming in your sleep." Calum was standing above Michael, curious eyes bouncing all around the older boy's face.

"Sorry. What time is it?" Michael sat up, rubbing his face.

"2 in the morning."

"Sorry."

"It's fine. Do you want to talk about it?" Calum asked, sitting back down in his 'bed'.

Michael thought about telling Calum that he dreamt of Luke, but that would involve telling him Luke's message. Something Michael surely wasn't going to do. So he laid back down, rolling on his side. "No. Goodnight."

Calum felt a little defeated, but brushed it off. He had a feeling that sensitive, emotional Michael wouldn't last very long. "Okay. Night, Mikey."

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Bad Dreams - Calum Hood

this song is more from calum's pov than michael's but it fits both

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once i start updating more i get into this groove where i just have to all the time

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-Katie