Taxi (muke)

7. Luke

I can't sleep, so i untangle myself from the mess of blankets I have tried to sleep under and walk out of my room and into the hall.

It feels weird to call i my room and every second longer here feels like I'm putting a kilo of weight on Michaels shoulders.
What does he have to do with this anyway? What gives me the right to just stay here?

He probably just felt bad for me when I wanted to jump and made up that story of him standing at the exact same point and this was just an idea he didn't actually think would happen, I think pushing away the memory of him telling me about when he jumped.
He seemed so honest.

I don't want to wake up Michael even though it's 4pm, so I seat myself on the brown couch in front of the TV and grab the remote.

After I find a random movie I picked, called Clueless, I lean back into the couch.

The movie is pretty cool , the amazing 90s fashion making me wish I could have lived longer in it than 4 years.

Halfway through the movie where they head to the party, I realize how cold it actually is in here and search for a blanket to wrap around my shuddering body , result less.
So I start searching for the Air conditioners remote that Michael heats with, making his apartment a nice warm 21 degrees when the outside world is below minus.
But it must have stopped working now.

I groan in frustration after I search everywhere for it or a blanket and decide that I'll just have to sit in the cold for a bit longer.

I laugh quietly as the girl (I keep forgetting her name) gets her teachers together before I squeeze way too girly for my liking when I feel warm hands cover my eyes.

" Boo ", the person who is stopping me from watching the movie, who is pretty obviously Michael, says in a funny voice.

" I know it's you", I say chucking at how cute he is.

Oh stop it Lucas, I slap myself.
Only in my imagination of course.

Michael removes his hands from my eyes slowly and plops down next to me, leaving the space of an elbow between us.

" So what are you wat- you're shaking luke. Whoa it's cold in here", he says moving his hands around as he talks.

" The heater stopped working and I couldn't find the remote", I say trying to stop my teeth from clicking against each other annoyingly.

" Why didn't you just knock on my door ?", he scoots a little closer to me.

" Um I didn't want t-to bother you", I say through my clicking teeth.

" Oh Lukey", he says blushing at the nickname he gave me.
I blush too.

" So do you know where the remote is?", I ask, my head still turned to the TV.

" I don't know no and If you didn't find it then I won't either ", he says smiling.

Nobody ever trusted me like that and I smiled at how he said it, like there was no need too doubt in me.

" And Im pretty warm too ", he says, his lips curled into an adorable smile.

Im 100% that the blush covering my cheeks red was very obvious even in this dim lighting.

Michael opened his arms and turned his body towards me, pulling his eyebrows up gesturing for me to come.

I try to force my rapidly beating hard but fail miserably. Sadly us humans don't have control over our organs.
( but that would be so cool tho omg)

I move closer to him, letting out a breathy chuckle as he makes grabby hands at me and smiles creepily.

He lays down more so I can lean into him better, and warps his arms around me, taking both my hands into his bigger hands and rubbing them.

" Are you feeling warmer?", he whispers.
I love it when people whisper, it makes me feel special, like they wanted only me to hear what they were telling me even though nobody else was there.

I not and hum softly, closing my eyes and letting his heat radiate into me.

I just wrote this really quick and in rush so sorry for mistakes I'll edit it tomorrow

Xxx