"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.
"I know you're type and honestly, it's not serious, it's just an experience"
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Luke's cheeks were now stained with tears. He felt so embarrassed. At Michael's confession there was no sigh of relief; He felt like he was standing before a stranger.
"Hey, Luke," Michael began to say as he lifted the boy's chin to meet his gaze "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to make you feel bad"
"It's fine." Luke mumbled under his breath.
"No, it's not, I shouldn't have asked that. It's none of my business."
"I'm gonna go change now" The blond boy replied, with a half attempt at hiding his shaky voice, as he quietly exited the bedroom.
Michael was now alone, staring at the ceiling. He felt horrible. Luke was one of the people he loved the most, well, not loved- at least that's what he told himself. There had always been a special connection between them from the start. When they met, a bond of understanding and caring was formed. Sure, Michael liked Ashton and Calum, even though he might secretly be a bit jealous of how happy they are together. In fact, they were some of the best guys he'd ever met, but with Luke, it had always been different. Right from the start he felt the need to protect him from the world. They didn't depend on each other. They didn't depend on anyone, but life was so much better with Luke. It's almost as if Michael had forgotten how life was before his best friend. The same friend who he just embarrassed over a dumb game... Michael wanted to make it up to him. He had to do something, but what? Right when he was getting lost in a sea of thought, the door opened. Luke walked in wearing his favorite t-shirt (he'd actually stole it from Michael last year) and a pair of gray sweatpants.
"Are you gonna change in the bathroom or..?" The blond asked.
"Nah, that's too much work, might as well just change here." Michael stood up from the bed, as he took off his shirt. He started unzipping his jeans and smirked when he noticed Luke was staring at him. "Oh- right" Luke said turning around to give the older boy some privacy.
"Dude," Michael let out a laugh, "you're acting like you've never seen me naked before."
With this, Luke turned around. Michael was wearing nothing but boxers and God, he was beautiful. The dim light highlighted the outlines of his body perfectly, and shone on the porcelain skin. His lips were probably as red as Luke's cheeks were at the sight. Michael was right, this entire situation felt way too awkward when they'd seen much more of each other before. This time though, it was different, much more intimate.
"So, about earlier," Luke began, trying to avoid the fact that a certain green-eyed boy was almost naked in front of him, "don't worry about it. Seriously, it's not a big deal, I don't know why I got so fucking emotional." Michael looked at him like he was waiting for some reasoning behind this sudden change of heart, "I guess," Luke continued, "sometimes it just makes me feel kinda bad how Ash and Cal seem to have this perfect relationship, and I haven't even had my first kiss yet... I know it's dumb but it still hurts, you know?"
