"Can- Can you fix me...Please?" "You don't need fixing, you were never broken in the first place." Or the one where a game of 21 questions sparks a lot more troubles.
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"Do you see that?" Michael asked with a low voice; not low enough to be a whisper, but soft enough for it to be unexpectedly endearing, considering the simple question he was asking. Luke who was lying on the grass next to him furrowed his brows in confusion.
"The stars you mean or..?
"No Luke," Michael rolled his eyes "I meant the alien spaceship flying above us."
"Wow you're mean"
"and your dumb"
"hey!"
They both giggled at the realization of how childish their banter sounded. Although to a stranger it might seem like they were constantly bothering each other, to them, it was a matter of being entirely comfortable in one another's presence. After all, they are best friends. They were both star gazing-although Michael refused to call it that- in Luke's backyard. They had both been planning to hang out for some time now. They really missed each other's company. Ever since the band started taking off, every aspect of their lives was becoming more serious, and they needed an escape. Every day now consisted of activities like band practice, songwriting sessions, and interviews. All moments where they were in the same room, but never really together. That's why it had been so important to them to finally have some time for themselves, to reminisce on what life used to be back when they were just a couple of kids from Sidney with high hopes and big dreams, to re-light the spark that made them become friends in the first place.
Luke lifted his arms and tucked them under his head to serve as a makeshift pillow. He looked up, admiring the night above them as a Blink-182 song played in the background, drowning out any distraction from the outside world. The sky above them was a sea of darkness decorated with bright stars and distant planets. It all seemed so magical... "It's beautiful" Luke thought to himself. He'd never expected to become one of those people who would enjoy life for the small things. He had previously always felt the need to be productive in some way. He needed his time to be entirely consumed by daily activities. In a way, it was his form of coping with anxiety because once there were no distractions, his mind would start going all sorts of places.. and once it started, it wouldn't stop. As for Michael, it was the complete opposite. The band's hectic new schedule was draining. He would wake up late, and go to sleep even later. It wasn't necessarily lazy, he just found himself feeling tired most of the time; lacking the energy and motivation to do anything. Even simple tasks like getting out of bed took effort. Of course, at times neither of the boys were left to choose what their day would look like and what they'd be able to do, since management dictated more and more of their schedules as their popularity grew. To Luke, this was both a blessing and a curse. He felt the need to be in control of his own life, but at the same time, that discomfort made moments like these much more special. When things are frequent, they lose their glamour. They become normal. No longer exclusive, no longer special, no longer meaningful.
