{Attempt} a muke story.

8 // shit

michaels pov

lukes at this shitty meal and hes taken ash with him and i know its at the same damn place where i'm going with my family ugh, this is gonna be so weird. i literally hope i dont see him because if i do i will end up going over to him and introducing myself. i need to get a grip because its only luke, the guy i can't stop thinking about and the guy i've started to fall for. 

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2 hours later and i'm on my way to this family meal, wearing a suit and stupid shiney leather shoes that my grandad probably picked out for me. at this moment in time, i'm sat in the middle of two older girls, my cousins. don't get me wrong, they're super nice, but not to each other, so as you can imagine they're arguing and i'm caught in the middle of it.

''hey mum, how longs left of this car ride?'' i ask.

''michael dear, we've been in the car 10 minutes, we will be there when we're there, so until then please stop asking. i'm stressed enough as it is, your father is being unreasonable and your aunt and uncle are pissing me off'' she half yelled back.

''ok jheeze, i was just asking but ok'' i sigh.

''aunt karen!!! hannah wont stop being rude, she's being totally unfair and i can't stand it!!'' my older cousin shouted.

''alice i swear, one more time and you will be out this car and i don't care if we're 5 miles away, you will walk'' my mum said as she pinched the bridge of her nose. i slouched down so nobody could see me laughing. i decided to text luke.

michael: help me my cousins are gonna kill me i cant

luke: dude my brothers are about to kill me send help

michael: shit we r both in trouble

luke: tru but holy shit this resteraunt is cute as fuck

michael: which one is it

luke: the travern down coast street

fuck, the exact same one as me.

michael: oh yeah i heard its nice there

luke: nice isnt the word but i gotta go ill text u later love u love u love u 

michael: love u too 

''yeah aunt karen make alice walk, maybe it will make her skinnier'' hannah retaliated.

''oh shots fired !!!'' my dad chanted.

''really? are you really getting involved in this?'' my mum warned my dad. 

''next one to speak to me is walking''. 

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my mum is a bundle of joy and as soon as we got in there my dad hi5'ed me for his 'shots fired' comment. 

we got our drinks and headed to our table, but holy shit would you believe it, our table is next to the hemmings. how cliché.

i could hear lukes voice, i could hear him laughing, yelling, being friendly, making jokes, i could hear him being luke and it was magical. i must of zoomed out for a second because i got in trouble for not paying attention, but then something terrible happened. my mum shouted my god damn name. 

''MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T LISTEN AND ACTUALLY ACT LIKE YOU WANNA BE HERE, YOU CAN GO OUTSIDE AND YOU CAN WALK HOME''

shit, what's with this woman and fucking walking 8 miles. but shit, luke must of heard because his laughing stopped, and as i looked over, he was looking at me. i saw him reach for his phone and-

luke: where are u tonight ??? what u doin ???

instead of replying back through text, i looked at him and simply sent him an apologetic smile and headed for the mens room.