Static Sound (Muke)

eleven

// eleven // luke //

Michael looked adorable with the guitar strap around his shoulder and the instrument across his lap as he struggled to hold it properly.

I sat behind him with my legs to the side and placed his hands in the correct spots and helping me strum. "Wanna learn Train?" I asked, him seemed to like it when I played them earlier.

"Yeah," He seemed real happy at the moment, which made me even happier because he seemed to like me more than usual. Before, he was totally against everything I did and hated me, but for some reason he was into me more than ever tonight. I really liked it.

I sang the lyrics softly, my head was rested on his shoulder and I showed him how to play.

After finishing up playing, he reached his head up and kissed my cheek. "Thanks, Luke."

"You know, you seem to be really good at this already, keep practicing and you'll be pretty amazing. You have a guitar at home?"

I nod. My dad used to play but forgot about it and I'm sure I can take his.

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After a while in the studio room, I showed him my bedroom and we laid on my bed talking.

The two of us were pretty tired, and eventually fell asleep. He was on his stomach, on hand across my chest, while I was on my back with the right hand behind my head and the other underneath his head to hold it up and comfort him.

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"Luke, wake up, we have school in like 10 minutes." Michael wakes me my shaking my arm while I'm still in bed.

"What?" I sit up, my throat still isn't clear and it's hard to speak right.

"Get ready, we have to get to school, it's 8:10.."

He's right, the clock reads 8:11 am and class starts at 8:30, but we still have to walk there in time. I sat up, rubbing my hair and straightening out my clothes, watching as Michael gets off of the bed and rushes around the corner to put some clothes on and get himself ready for the day.

"Michael, Michael.." I say, trying to keep my eyes open. "It's alright, chill out. We can be a few minutes late to our first class, it's not a big deal.." I brush my hair back with my hand.

"Luke, get up. Get ready. It is a big deal to me, because I've missed enough school already this year, and it's coming to an end anyway, so let's get a move on!" He talks at me with a toothbrush in his mouth, scrubbing quickly then spitting.

"Ergg.." I groan, finally pulling the sheets off of me and tripping across the room to my closet to pick out some clothes for the day.

"Can I borrow some clothes?" He yells from inside the bathroom.

"Sure,"

The only reason I begin to get stressed out is because he's getting so upset and freaking out about this one morning. He's rushing back and forth over and over again trying to get his shit together to leave. We have 5 minutes until we have to leave when I grab him by the collar to talk some sense into him.

"Mikey, buddy. You need to calm down, aight?" I put both my hands on his shoulders and talk slowly. "We still have 5 minutes, and all you have to do is pack your bag. So, stop sweating it, do what you need to do, and calm the fuck down, mate." I speak as if he doesn't understand English at all.

"Okay," He says, finally breathing.

From my closet, he's borrowed a black hoodie and dark wash jeans over a plain grey t-shirt. I found a beanie to wear, with black jeans and a Blink shirt with the sleeves up.

We shut the door to his house and start walking to the school at 8:24. Without breakfast or anything, we made it out the door on time. It's hot outside, even more so since I'd been rushed around all morning.

"Luke?" Michael asks.

"Hm?" I look up at him, closing one eye and trying to keep the sun out of my eyes.

"Are we like, erm, steady?" He stutters.

"What?" I ask.

"Nevermind."

"No, no, what do you mean?" I say, pushing the cross walk button as we make our way to the street.

"Well, I was just wondering if this was like, a thing?" He says, swaying his hands between us as he talks.

I laugh. "Sure," He was so cute, and so simple about everything. "But uhm, not to be rude or anything, but the guys at school would just about chop our dicks off if they found out about us, so maybe keep it to ourselves at school?" I felt bad asking about this, but it was something I felt strongly about and didn't want any confusion with.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Totally." He says, throwing the concept around like I didn't even need to ask.

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At school, we meet up with Calum in the hallway and walk around a bit before the school bell rings.

"Cal, do you play any instruments?" I ask, curious "Or maybe even sing?"

Calum laughs a little, like it was a stupid question. "I sing, I suck, but I sing. And I guess, I know guitar and am starting on the bass guitar. Why do you ask?"

"Because Mikey is a real great singer, and I've started teaching him guitar. And you know, maybe we could put all of us together and form something cool." Michael looks a bit embarrassed, his cheeks turn red and he bites his lip.

"Oh, yeah, that'd be actually kind of cool." Calum agrees.

The bell rings and we all walk off to our first class together. We move to the back of the room and sit down at our table.

"What do you think, Michael? Do you think we could make a band of some kind?" Calum asks.

Mikey looks nervous about answering. "Oh, uhm, yeah, I-I guess. That sounds cool." He nods, gulping.

"Sweet," I say, getting pretty excited about being in an actual band. I mean, I had Bromance with Ashton, but that was stupid and I'm pretty sure he's even forgotten about that by now anyways. This was going to be so much cooler than that.

The teacher starts talking some shit, telling everyone to get out some paper for notes. She shuts the lights off and turns on the overhead projector. I lean over to Calum, who is in between me and Michael, and whisper, "Mikey showed me one of his songs last night. It was actually pretty good. We could write a few songs with him if you bring your bass over tomorrow and maybe do a bit of rehearsing?"

Calum looked ecstatic about the whole thing. He nods excitedly, trying to talk over his smile. "Sounds great."

Tomorrow was Saturday so we'd definitely get a chance to do a lot. The only problem was Michael, when he was introduced to the band idea he didn't seem as glad about it as me and Cal, in fact, he seemed scared and nervous. I could tell from the start that he was shy, the sort of guy who didn't get out much or try too many new things, and I just hope that the dream we're having won't fall because of that. He's a great guy, and it would mean everything if I was in a band with Michael Clifford. How amazing.