Taxi (muke)

6. Michael

I chew on the amazing pancakes I made for me and Luke after I woke him up earlier and grin as I feel him staring at me again.

In the past 10 minutes he looked at me for about 10 seconds around 6 or 7 times (okay I count they were 6) and I would ignore it, hoping he was staring at me because hot or something and not because I may have so syrup on my face. I probably do tho.

I glance at him again and find him staring at me but as soon as my eyes meet his he looks away quickly.

" What?", I chuckle and set the fork down.

" What?", he repeats after me, his cheeks turning bright red making it pretty obvious he knows what I'm talking about.

" You're staring at me", I say forcing my loud voice down into something softer.

" Im sorry, ", he looks me into the eyes for once "y-you're just so pretty ".

Now it is my turn to stare at him.

The last part was so quite that it felt like a ghost just whispered into my ear and if I didn't have my super owl ears I probably wouldn't have heard it but I did.

I open my mouth to tell him that he's the pretty one here and that though guys like me aren't supposed to be pretty just hot but close it as he starts shaking his head, his hair that was now in a quiff not moving an inch.

He stands up and quickly walks towards the room that you could say is his.

I push myself from the ting chair and jog to him before he can reach the door.
I reach toward his wrist to grab it but he pulls it back before I can even touch him.

" Don't do that", I say searching his eyes that seemed to always try to look at anything except me.

" I' m sorry"

" Stop apologizing, Luke", i chuckle lightly to lighten up his mood.

" sorry",he says again looking down at my shoes.

" hey", I put my finger under his chin lightly so his gorgeous ocean blue eyes can meet with my mint ones ," you do know that you're the pretty one here right?"

" When can we go pick up the stuff from my house ? I kinda need some stuff ", he says quickly, looking at my nose. I know that trick.

I furrow my eye brows slightly at how fast he changes subjects.

" Uh Umm, we can go today night at 3 if you want to.", I say making a mental note to call Ashton and tell him to cover me up since my shift is at that time.

" Yeah that's good for me", he says his voice only above a whisper.

Luke has a beautiful voice, it was high pitched but at the same time low and a bit squeaky but in the best way possible.

" So, do you go to school? Or did you get bored of it like me?", I ask, my voice too loud making it pretty obvious I just wanted to start comversation. I wanted to hear his voice again.

I was never good with controlling my voice, other thank Luke who seemed to be an expert at that. His voice was always quite, even and clear.
But also sad.

Mine was a happy voice, slightly uneven and wobbly and way too exited.

" Yeah I do , sadly I- ", he said but stopped , face turning into a thinking expression. His tiny adorable nose scrunched up as he seemed to be concentrating and God. I never saw anything that adorable in my entire life.

I wanted to cuddle and tickle the fuck out of him.

After a moment of silence he opens his mouth and let's it stay in the form of an o for a second until he talks ," actually, no. No I don't go to school anymore", he says sounding proud of himself of once and grinning.

I couldn't help the smile that was creeping into my face.

" Uh I kinda need to go pee", he said shifting to his other leg.

" Im not stopping you", I say laughing at how he was basically asking me for permission to pee.

As he turns around I remember tonight, " Oh Luke, try to get some sleep, I'm waking you up at 2am"

He nods and walks into the bathroom a little grin still on his face, probably because he decided to drop out of school.

" Im so punk rock", I hear him say along with the Sound of Pee hitting water ( idk if boys pee in water or not heh)just as I am about to turn around to call Ash and attack more food.

I can't help but let out the laugh forming in my throat at how cute he is.
It sounds like a baby ballerina in a tutu saying she's a gangster biker that fucks 13 girls a day.

" I am", he shouts not realizing that the thin walls of my apartment allow me to hear every whisper.

Ha ha nice joke .

" No you're not ", I shout back louder.