thinking about you [muke af]

sixteen

sixteen

“…And this is all a common misconception,” the small professor droned on. She stood at her podium and scanned around the room, looking at every single half asleep student. 

Luke doesn’t understand how she doesn’t see that no one actually cares. Even Ashton is asleep, his curly head laid upon the slide-out wooden desk. 

Michael played with his fringe, wrapping his finger around the pieces of hair and curling it upwards. The dye was extremely faded but he was extremely lazy. The hues were all wrong, the blue faded to purple which faded to a grayish green shade. 

Luke turned around, looking at the full auditorium. Michael was in his usual spot, a few rows from the back. The blonde felt bad, but he felt worse when the college student refused to even look his way. 

Mike didn’t feel like he was over reacting, it was his private journal that Luke went through. It had words in there that he didn’t want the blonde to know about. He was embarrassed, he was mortified, which made him angry. 

Luke felt like he really fucked up this time. 

x x x

Michael was walking slow back to his apartment, kicking a few pebbles under his feet. His black Converse were dirty and there was barely any rubber left around the sole. He listened to his mother talking in his phone, telling him about some lady she met at the farmers market. 

“Okay, Mom, great. Just because she’s in a local band doesn’t mean she knows a damn thing about the music world,” he sighed, tugging his hoodie up his arms. The sleeves were long and Mike liked having them over his knuckles, but it was far too hot and he was suffocating in the layers. 

“I’m just trying to help.”

He rolled his eyes, putting his phone down as he crossed the street. He’s been almost ran over too many times. “I know that. But, you’re not. I’ve just gotta wait until someone signs me. I think a few companies are really interested.” Michael did not think any record company was interested, but he figured if any time was right to lie, it would be right now.

He went back to walking, a plastic water bottle in one hand, his phone in the other. His head was down as he watched his feet. Michael has been doing this same walk for so long, he seems to know every step as if he were blind. 

“That’s exciting!”

“Yeah, all of them wanted me about four years ago, such a shame you forced me in college,” he smiled to himself as he imagined his mother rolling her matching green eyes.

“That’s not true.”

Michael laughed, a goofy smile lining his lips. “Well, you know the music world better than me apparently! You’d know,” he sarcastically said. 

“I know everything,” his mother responded. “I’ve gotta get going, I’ve got book club tonight.”

“Alright, Mom. Tell Dad I said hi.”

“Be safe, have fun. Love you, Sweetie.”

His smile was gone, “Love you, too.” He hung up and turned the corner to his street. He doesn’t know what hurts more—the fact that his mother is his friend, or the fact that his mother is his only friend. 

(a/n) i'm uploading a cover on youtube today, i'll send out a link once it uploads. i'm so exciTed. i went on this adventure with my photogrpahy buddies we have a bunch of different angles and it looks pretty cool just sayin'.