Cliché (MUKE)

Maybe you need to shut up and get to work.

You could have guessed my dad wasn't pleased when I got back from my vacation and lashed out at him because I was heartbroken and for once I needed to yell at my dad and tell him how much of a jerk he was and how I hated him with everything I had, I told him he fucked up my life and that I was dumped because of him. Well face it if Michael hadn't of worked for my dad this wouldn't have been this complicated, he wouldn't have been at the masquerade party, he wouldn't have been my boss and he wouldn't have had to plan this whole vacation away to be together because of my dad. I knew I couldn't blame it all on my dad, I was acting like a heartless jerk and I played with Michaels feelings. I knew what I did and I knew it was wrong, but being with Michael felt so right even if I was pretending to be somebody else.

My dad didn't care that I yelled and swore at him he told me I was too young to know what love was and that next time I should bring a girl home before making anything official, yes he said 'girl' probably hoping this heartbreak has put me off guys.

I told my dad I quit the job at his company after another 3 weeks of torturous working for Michael. I wanted for him to flirt with me so badly and I wanted him to want me again but nothing I didn't seemed to faze him. He'd act like a dick to me constantly and snap at me for minor things, he'd almost never look at me unless he was glaring at me for something I did wrong. I had it with working like this, Michael obviously had no feelings whatsoever more towards me so it was time to close the rip in my heart and move on. I told my dad I didn't want to work for him, hiding the fact I didn't want to work for Michael. Just my Luck that my dad is a, yes you guessed right, an asshole because obviously he told me I had to tell Michael I was quiting, in person. Also did I mention Michael had dyed his hair, it was now a fluffy cotton candy like pink and it looked so cute on him.

So there I was, taking slow deep breaths as my dad and I made our way to Michaels office, I could see he was angrily typing away at his laptop and my dad noticed too because he glanced at me with a smirk. He probably thinks I'm backing out of this well I'm not, if I wanted to get over him I'd have to not be his boss' son anymore, not be his assistant.

I grabbed a hold of the key that he gave me, somehow it comforted me just a bit and my dad looked at me oddly but I didn't let him see what exactly it was that I was holding. He probably just pinned it on me being nervous or upset, which was right but not for the reasons he thought.

"Mr. Clifford." My dad announced as he opened the door.

"Yes Mr. Hemmings." Michael muttered as he looked up, sign number 2 that Michael was pissed off, he called my dad Mr. Hemmings.

"Lucas here has something he'd like to say to you." My dad says, he pushes me forward and Michael looks away.

"Unless it's a reason why he doesn't have my morning coffee I'm not in the mood to hear it." Michael says angrily, flinch at how harsh his words came out. Never has he ever spoken to or about me with that much venom in his voice, not even in the last 3 weeks.

"I-I-I ehm." I start to say but it's making me nervous how he's still angrily typing on his laptop and he doesn't even spare me a glance.

"Go on Lucas, don't keep the man waiting." My dad urges me on, he wants to see me suffer.

"I'm quiting." I blurt out quickly, Michael stops typing for a second but then continues, was that a sign that he cared?

"My life doesn't fucking evolve around you Luke, you can quit tomorrow. Right now I have 5 reports to write and I need your help. You've got responsibilities and normally I need a 2 week notice. IF you finish today I'll gladly let you leave and Mr. Hemmings can call in a slutty replacement." Michael says harshly. I suck in a breath and bite my lip as I feel it trembling, I can't stand how Michael is treating me.

"Now Now Mr. Clifford, be a little nicer my poor little boy went through is first heartbreak this vacation and he's still quite a state." My dad says, no it's not in a caring way he wants Michael to mock me, to laugh at me.

"I don't fucking care how his heart is feeling, does it look like I have time to deal with this shit? Luke, I get it your heart is broken ok, stop fucking crying and get over it. Maybe your boyfriend was sick of you being such a baby over everything." Michael snaps at me, wow was he really angry or was this him telling me the truth? Was he sick of me crying over everything?

"M-m-maybe he liked how sensitive I am." I tell Michael, his fingers stop again for a second but then go on like nothing bothered him at all.

"Maybe you need to shut up and get to work." Michael hisses at me, still not looking at me though.

"You heard the man Luke, you're officially done after today. Get to work you have so much to do." My dad says, he leaves and closes the door behind him, leaving just Michael and I. At this moment Michael would normally call me something sweet or comment on my looks but Michael only stared at his screen and typed away just like the past 3 weeks. So I grabbed the second laptop, sat opposite him and grabbed another file to start on one of the reports.

By the time 6 o clock rolled by I'd gotten Michael his Maccas order, it was awkward talking to Ashton and Michael didn't even frown when seeing I'd got nothing for myself. I never liked using his card to get myself something but now, now it just felt like I was using him and not his card so I didn't get anything. My stomach growled and Michael just threw away his half eaten pack of fries, not offering me any even after he clearly heard my stomach. We got back to work on the last reports we were doing, everybody in the building left and the silence was getting to me. I finished of my report and put it down on the desk, grabbing my things to leave.

"I'm sorry about how your dad seems to enjoy hurting you." Michael whispers as I open the door, I wanted to turn to look at him so bad but I just shrugged.

"Look at me for a sec Luke." Michael whispered, I stood still not knowing if I should look at him or not.

"Let me see you're pretty blue eyes one last time." He pleads to me, I reluctantly turn around and bite down on my lip as Michael eyes me. Michael honestly looked like shit, his hair was a mess and he had bags under his eyes, his knuckles were scrapped like he'd hit something. His tie was loose and his lips chapped, he looked so tense and so tired.

AN/ Luke QUIT!! Who didn't see that coming? Michael is acting like an Ahole but hey he did all Luke's eyes pretty?? Counts for something right?? Right??