Souvenir [Complete]

Twenty-two. Comitting

Luke couldn't pay attention during the entirety of Charlie's Angels. It was the second one, Full Throttle, so he wasn't really too concerned about it anyway. They were all pretty, and Demi Moore was a bad guy, and the creepy thin man turned out to be not so creepy? Maybe? Luke wasn't really following. This was more Michael's movie choice.

It was Luke's turn to be big spoon though. Break ups meant that person got spooned. But Luke had watched the guy he liked make out with one of his friends from high school. It hurt him.

But he cradled Michael though. Michael had it a lot worse in a way he could talk about. Luke could talk about his, but he'd have to explain too much, and he didn't feel like being questioned when his heart had been run over with a semi.

Luke kept playing the scene back. Over and over and over. Maybe he did have a crush on Ashton before, and it hurt like hell now.

He wished he could just make up his mind. Did he, or did he not like him still? Had he ever asked himself that? Maybe. But it was time to decide once and for all.

The answer was: Yes. He did at least before. But whatever feeling was there was defining one now that he knew that Ashton was with Stacy.

Luke thought he was gay. He'd guessed, but then again—that's why it was best never to assume.

But Ashton had kissed him back. He had been staring at him that whole trip, right? It wasn't all in his head. Luke wasn't crazy. He felt crazy. But he wasn't crazy.

It was possible to like both. But Ashton didn't like him. Or if he did, he apparently didn't anymore.

We're they in high school? Did Luke jump back in time? Was he really this concerned with a guy that wasn't even his guy?

That's right. Theres Brian, and he was committed to Brian. Now more so than ever—since that was the game Ashton wanted to play.

The whirlwind of his own emotions was going to make him vomit. He tried to pay attention to the movie, but he just couldn't find it very interesting, so when it was over he was more than thankful for the credits to roll.

"Now 'Living on a Prayer' is gonna be stuck in my head for days," Michael sighed.

"All the references in that film and that's the one you remember?" Luke teased.

"And the Pink Panther theme..." He sighed dreamily. "Maybe I should date a girl next. They're pretty."

Luke didn't feel like talking about people dating girls, but he was a good friend so he encouraged Michael to do that if he found someone he connected with—like he did every time Michael brought it up—and then he ordered chinese food again.

That always made him feel so much better.

"Lukey, are you okay?" Michael asked laid on Luke's shoulder still. He was apparently done with his orange chicken already,

"Yeah Mikey," Luke nodded. He lied, but he wasn't in the mood to wallow anymore. He just felt like a ticking time bomb. Ready to blow up at any second.

"You just don't seem too talkative today. Just wanna make sure," Michael kissed his cheek.

"Yeah, I am," Luke nodded. "I promise."

It wasn't Michael's fault that he didn't sense that Luke was lying—or if he did he didn't show it—he was really sweet. And he was just concerned. And Luke was good at masking his feelings.

"I wanna go to Victoria's Secret again," Michael hummed absentmindedly carving little doodles into the styrofoam takeaway container.

Luke paused for a second. He hadn't thought about that in months. Well he had, but he forgot that going in the store was an option for him, too. It didn't freak him out so much anymore.