Simply Pink m.c

Chapter 5

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(Michael's Pov)

I stared blankly at the flashing tv. I wore my baggy sweatpants and soft gray t-shirt. I looked at the clock, it read 12:00pm. I sighed. Nothing was on TV at the moment. I grabbed the remote and looked through random channels, I then came across a TV show that had "Law And Order Special Victims Unit" in bold on the screen. I tilt my head... Maybe I should check this out? I put the remote down and start watching. It was quite interesting and sad. There was this girl who was kidnapped by a group of guys and the detectives are trying to find her.

Holy shit.

That's when I remember about the kidnappers Luke and I ran in too, and the fact that tomorrow will be Friday. I feel fear crawl into me, what if they do come? What if that article wasn't a scam? What will I do? Do I just stay-

"OLIVIA!" A man shrieked from the TV that's supposedly her parter, a round of gun shot sounds fired from the TV. I let out a squeak jumping from the couch. THAT SHIT WAS LOUD.

I found myself in the kitchen, and out of breath. "ARE YOU OKAY?" I heard a detective say from the TV in the living room, I turned around on the balls of my feet racing back to the living room. I tangled myself in the blankets that lay on the couch and watch eagerly.

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I wiped the tears that fell from my eyes.... I fucking hate Lewis. Fucking psychopath hurting my favorite character so far. My eyes darted from the TV to the clock on the cable box, it read 3:00am. Holy shit. I watched four hours of this show? I swear it was like 5 minutes.

"Michael what are you doing up?" I jumped slightly at the sudden voice behind me. "Watching this show.... It's reaaaaalllllyyyyyyyy good." I reply not taking my eyes off the screen. I saw Luke in the corner of my eye sit down beside me. "What is this show?" He asks, "Law and Order." I answer. He nods, "I heard this show is shit." He says in his sleepy voice yawning, "You're shit." I fire back.

"Well this show is probably shit since it woke me up with gun shots while I was having an absolutely amazing dream." Luke muttered.

I turned to face him suddenly interested: "What about?"

"Huh?"

"What were you dreaming about?" I asked again with a cheeky grin.

"Oh nothing."

"Oh really?"

"Yea. Really."

I sighed looking back to the TV, I saw in the corner of my eye Luke looking at me as a smirk spread its way across his lips. I blushed.

Because I'm pretty sure we both knew what he dreamt about tonight..

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It's Friday. The end of the week. And to say that I'm paranoid is an understatement. I haven't told Luke about the news I found on the guys that attacked us, because I knew he'd freak out, and the last time I saw Luke freak out was when Miley Cyrus performed live at the Grammys.

Luke ended up watching cartoons till two in the morning to at least attempt to wash that image out of his head, but he's older now, and could watch Miley Cyrus without shivering, or happy cartoons.