Taxi (muke)

4. Luke

Unedited and short(and shitty) af sorry ehh

I wake up to bright light shining through yellow curtains.

Im supposed to be dead.
Why did I wake up?
I didn't want to wake up

I quickly push the though away as I remember the message from her.
From my mom.

I grab my phone from the tiny table next to the bed and unlock it, pressing on messages, her message from yesterday the first one from the top.

I read it again and again as if to make sure it's real every time I finish reading it, it seems so unreal.

After she left I hated her, trying not to think of her anymore and if someone asked me where my mom was i told them she was dead because that's what she was to me, until now.
All these years I told myself that when she does come back I'm going to push her away and forget about her like she did to me but I can't and I don't want to, I mean maybe she has a reason.

God I miss her so much .

I hear a light knock on my door making me turn my head towards it.
"Come in", I say.

Michael, the beautiful Michael, steps in only in jorts and (sadly) a towel hanging over his bare chest, his fire red hair damp and sticking in every possible direction. His nose and his checks were red. He looks absolutely adorable.

Stop staring , Luke, you're too ugly for him anyway, I remind myself and look at my folded legs under me.

" So,", he started rocking back on the heels of his bare feet, " did you sleep well?"

" Yes thank you ", I answer, not even trying to put some happy emotion into my words.

" Do you want to get your stuff from your home or are you just gonna wear my stuff?", he smirked.

Shit, i forgot about that.
But I can't go back home, Dad probably noticed Im gone, I can't go back I can't I can't.

" Michael I- I can't go back there ", I say quickly looking anywhere but his eyes, I know what he'll ask.

" Why?", he asked curiously, tilting his head to the side which only made him look more adorable.

I raked my brain for a logical answer but remembered that he saw.

" Umm, I don't think that my Dad would allow me to come back here", I say.

" Does he like, go to work?", michael asked.
" Yeah, but he only works at night", I answer him pulling at the hairs on the nape of my neck nervously and curling it around my finger. I need to get a haircut.

" Well then we're going there when he's at work", he said smiling and walking out like it was the easiest thing ever, " I'll go make us Pancakes and you get ready".

And with that he was out, leaving me by myself again.

I swing out of the bed and head to the small bathroom, washing my face quickly, trying to ignore my puffy eyes.
I must have cried while I was sleeping.
Quickly brushing my teeth, I walk out and open the drawer.

To my happiness almost all shirts and jeans are black, but not one single shirt has long sleeves.
I sigh pulling out a Sleeping with sirens shirt and black skinny jeans that would most probably be too short for me.

After I put them on and try to make my hair look at least a bit acceptable I grab my jacket and put it on.
Hopefully michael won't ask me why I'm wearing a thick Jacket in his heated apartment, I don't know what I'll tell him then.

As I walk into the kitchen Michael is putting a dozen pancakes onto a plate.

" Oh, hey Luke", he called without turning around.

I attempt a smile and slide into the chair by the table.
He turns around and puts the plate on the table with a proud smirk.

" These smell amazing", I compliment attempting to start a conversation.

" Well thanks, oh nice shirt", he said winking. Fucking winking, with an eye.

I feel a blush creeping up my checks and necks ,cursing my extremely pale along .

We eat in silence that weirdly isn't uncomfortable.
I never used to like when I was sitting with a person and there was silence, always thinking it was a bad thing and ended up saying anything that was was most likely stupid, to fill up the silence.

I cut a quick glance at him, his cheeks were filled which made him look like an adorable red headed chipmunk and his eyes were closed obviously enjoying the taste.

" Im an amazing cook", he says once he swallowed.

I couldn't help but let out a little embarrassing giggle which made him laugh.

It's weird that he made me laugh when I only know him for 12 hours when nobody before him could, well except Calum but that was before everything happened.

" Aren't you gonna eat?", he points at the plate I haven't touched.

" No Im good, I ate before I left yesterday ", I say what I usually say, something in my chest tightening as i remember yesterday night.

" Oh, well then I can eat them.", he said ending with a question, no doubt obvious in his voice.

I slide the plate over to him and smile to myself as he starts stuffing the pancakes in his mouth again.
How can someone eat the much but still look so good?, I wondered as I tried not to stare at him. Without success.

" What?", he chuckled setting the fork down.
" What?", I ask trying to force away the Blush that was threatening to color my pale face red. He caught me staring.

" You're staring at me ", he said softer, his eyes sparkling.

" Im sorry, y-you're just so pretty", I say so quietly Im almost sure he didn't hear me. Hopefully he didn't.
How am I even that stupid to say that?

I shake my head slightly and look at my hands, deciding to go back into the room. I didn't look at his face but I'm sure it holds disgust.