panties [ muke ]

0.4

michael wakes up feeling like shit. he had stayed up until 4am watchi- er, making sure luke was okay. the blonde haired boy had always seemed on edge whenever michael was looking at him, and michael hadn't the slightest idea why. (well, he knew that luke could probably feel him watching him, but isn't that a common feeling among humans?) michael also knew that he had a moment with luke the day before, and he knew that that was probably why luke was so paranoid.

the problem is, michael doesn't exactly remember exactly what he had said to luke during their first encounter, but he knows that it couldn't have been good since mikey was talking, not michael.

you see, michael was cursed with the burden of multiple personality disorder. he was usually able to control them, but when mikey had something to say, he said it.

michael had three personalities. there was michael (himself), mikey; a horny aggressive asshole, and mike; the good-for-nothing wannabe grunge kid who can't stop smoking.

so, yeah, michael was a freak in some senses but he tried his best to not let that define who he truly was.

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michael was walking down the street, minding his own business, trying to find a decent coffee house on google when he collided with another mass, effecively knocking the other person to the ground.

"oh shit! i-im so sorry, here, let me just-" and shit, michael thought, it's luke.

he offered the boy a hand, helping him up from the ground. luke dusted off his black jeans and sweater, re-adjusting the flower crown atop his pretty little head.

"hi, uh, i don't believe we've met before, I'm michael." play it cool, clifford. play it cool.

"uh, actually we have. i thought your name was mikey?" lukes shoulders were tense and he was ready to run at any given moment, his defense mode was on.

"oh, shit, uh," mikey- or, michael scratched the back of his neck looking down at the ground beneath his feet. "it's michael actually and, uh, about that... i can explain over a cup of coffee maybe? if not that's cool i guess, i just wanna chat with you a bit."

and, wow, fuck michel for being so cute and acting so innocent. luke didn't have the heart to turn the boy down, so he briefly nodded and followed the smiley boy to the nearest caffe vita.

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"okay, i wanna start off by apologizing for last time, i know whatever i did was probably rude and uncalled for. i'm really sorry"

luke nodded "yeah, it was. thanks for saying sorry though- wait," luke's eyebrows knitted together in confusion "you were saying that like you don't remember anything that you did. do you even know what you're apologizing for?"

michael shook his head solemnly and looked down at his coffee, stirring it with his straw.

"that's what i wanted to talk about actually, but can you tell me what i did first?"

"you pinned me against a wall like a rag doll and told me to remember your name 'because i'd be screaming it later'" luke mocked michael's voice

"oh shit, fuck, luke- i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to- fuck." michael rubs his hands over his face trying to form the words he wants to say.

"okay, just promise me you won't hate me after i tell you, okay?" michael looked at luke with pleading eyes

"i won't michael, cross my heart." and luke does. he literally crosses his heart and fuck if it isn't the cutest thing ever.

"okay, alright. uh, i-i"

"spit it out michael."

"i have multiple personality disorder."

oh. well, fuck.

// woomp there it is

i promised you an update & here it is :))

i hope you liked it, i know it was short but i might update again later if i have enough time

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