Lurk // Muke {Completed}

Jerk

Michael woke up again too soon, as in way too soon. It was pitch black in the room, and looking through the gap in the whispy once white curtains, it was dark outside, street lamps illuminating the area instead of the sun.

The next thing Michael noticed was that he wasn't alone. He could feel breathing across the back of his neck, arms around his waist, legs between his own, heat spread across his whole body, and it felt nice for a while. Until he remembered who it was.

Suddenly Michael was sat bolt upright, shooting up so fast he felt dizzy for a few seconds. He'd managed to wake Luke up in the process, the younger boy looking up at him with sleepy, confused eyes.

"What the fuck Luke," Michael hissed quietly, Lukes pale face going whiter as he slowly sat up himself, the small shred of light from outside illuminating him beautifully as he stared, scared stiff at Michael, who was seething beside him.

"Don't even looking at me," Michael muttered darkly, as he threw the duvet off of himself, freezing air hitting his once warm body, causing him to shiver a little whilst try to shuffle out the room, Luke disobeying him as usual as he watched every move of Michael's.

"You know what Michael, you need to get your head out your ass, and realise that just cause I'm gay doesn't mean I like you, you're fucking horrible to me, so why would I? You're such...such a prick," Luke whisper-yelled, glaring at Michael, but the tears in his eyes ruined the angry affect.

Michael stood by the door, staring at Luke, slightly unsure of what to do. Whether to comfort him or kill him, displaying any new types of emotions wasn't exactly easy for Michael.

Sighing, he opened the door, shuffling out without another word, hearing Luke let out a loud sob though as he left, which just about broke Michael's extremely selfish heart. He didn't turn back though, his pride to too strong, he was just too stubborn to do so. He was too pathetic and scared to do so, really though.

Instead, quietly he made his way to Cal and Ash's room, just down the corridor, stumbling over the random bumps in carpet and stubbing his toe on the wall, at least like three time, and he had to keep in his cries of pain as he walked, not wanting to wake anyone else who may be around.

He found the room though, and slowly opened the door, which wasn't locked for some reason. Maybe the two other boys had expected something like this to happen. It wouldn't be unlikely, but who knows really. To be honest they were probably just that stupid and forgetful.

Slowly and carefully, he crawled into the bed closest to him, and whoever's it was groaned quietly before waking up, looking at Michael with sleepy eyes, that even in the complete darkness Michael recognised as Calum's.

"I'm not even surprised Michael," he grunted, voice rough with sleepiness while he shuffled backwards slightly, to give Michael more room in the single bed.

It wasn't much though, and Michael ended with himself cuddled up against Calum's chest, strong arms around his shoulders and long fingers stroking through his knotted bleach blonde hair.

"I'm such a douche," Michael muttered quietly, eyes inching closed even though he wasn't sure if he'd be able to sleep or not.

He felt Calum rest his chin on top of Michael's head, nodding slightly in agreement,"Glad you finally realised it."

Hey kids what's up

It's like kinda late but I'm not actually tired tbh what is going anymore Idek

Tbh imma watch fetus 5sos vids now and cry a little l8r sk8rs