This idea wasn't really requested by Max, but more like given. I'll dedicate these chapters to you eventually, Max, but you know why I sometimes can't.
I will only write fluff if it's requested (or given to me). Otherwise, I will write smut.
"Oh, my God! Are you okay?!"
Michael groaned when he heard those words, because of course he wasn't fucking okay. But, he knew he was overreacting. He wasn't that sick.
"I'm fine," he said. His eyes had been closed for the past the minutes, and they were still closed. Because, even though Luke was here, and Luke made everything ten times better, Michael was still sad.
He was sad that he couldn't hang out with Ashton and Calum, but he was mostly sad that he couldn't go to the Sleeping With Sirens concert he'd been dying to go to with Ashton, Calum, and-
"Wait," Michael said, his eyes flying open. "What the fuck are you doing here?!"
"Oh, well, I came to check on you. Your mom told me yesterday when I came by here after school that you weren't feeling well, and that's why you weren't at school, and so since you didn't show up at Ashton's house this morning, I was pretty sure I knew why, so I stayed back. And, hey, look, I was right."
"You... you skipped a Sleeping With Sirens concert for me?" Michael was trying his hardest to understand why Luke would do that.
Luke nodded. "I'd do anything for you." A blush coated his cheeks, and he looked down at his shoes for a moment before looking back up at Michael, who was cuddled under some blankets on his bed. "Your mom wanted to go hang out with her friends, so I told her I could look after you for the day."
"Luke! You need to catch up with Ashton and Calum!"
"They left twenty minutes ago."
"You can still catch up to them!"
"Who's going to drive me?"
Michael didn't have an answer for this. Because, Ashton was seventeen, Calum and Michael were sixteen, and Luke was fifteen, and Ashton was the only one of them with a license, so he was the one who was to drive them to the concert.
"You really fucked up, Luke," Michael said, then sighed.
A hurt look crossed Luke's face. "No, I didn't! I stayed behind to stay with you, today, Mikey. Now, tell me what's wrong."
"Um, as you can probably hear, I have strep throat, and I have a fever. Oh, and I threw up once last night."
"Oh, fuck," Luke muttered, running a hand through his hair.
"What's wrong?"
"You! You're, like, going to die!"
"Whoa, Luke, I'm not-"
"Shh! Don't talk!"
Luke scanned Mikey's room, and when he found his laptop, he grabbed it and typed in his Michael's password, having memorized it a while ago.
"What are you doing?" Michael asked, looking at Luke who was on the floor and hunched over his laptop.
"I told you not to fucking talk!" Luke glared at Michael before looking back at the computer screen. "Okay, so, for strep throat, I'm supposed to give you a spoonful of honey and sugar."
"Can I just have a glass of water?"
"Will you shut up if I get you one?" re green eyed boy nodded, and so Luke turned and left the room, and Michael laughed when he saw the boy trip over his own feet on the way to the kitchen.
