Muke Oneshots || boyxboy

Heartbreak Boy

12/13/15
lol i wrote this and the next few awhile ago, they're pretty cringey. so pls bear w me for the next few oneshots <3

-Luke POV-

You call me up.

My phone buzzes next to me. I reach my arm out, searching for it. My hand lands on something hard and rectangular. My fingers wrap around it and I am almost blinded by the light when I pick it up.

My eyes find the time at the top of the screen. 1:57. Who the hell would be calling me at this ungodly hour? It is then I look at the Caller ID.

Mikey💕

Of course.

It's like a broken record.

I groan as I pick it up, knowing what I'm going to hear.

"What?" I say irritably, after all it's almost 2 in the morning. But Michael disregards my semi-rude tone.

"L-Luke." He manages to get out between sobs.

I just sigh. I know what's coming. I've had this conversation with him too many times to count.

Saying that your heart hurts.

"H-he dumped me."

I don't say anything.

"He broke my heart, Luke!"

"Shh, it'll be okay." I say weakly.

I try to calm him down. Because even though I really do not prefer this subject of conversation, I'm his best friend. I should be there for him. I just wish we were something more.

But he's just going to go straight back to that douchebag who constantly puts new holes in his heart.

That you'll never get over him getting over you.

"I-I just..." Mikey trails off. It hurts my heart to hear him this way. I wish he'd just get over him.

"How could he do this? Cheat on me? Treat me as if I was nothing?" The exact same thoughts are going trough my head right now.

"He...he got over me." As he has done so many times before.

"Oh god, Luke. I'm never gonna get over this!"

And you end up crying.

The muffled sobs start up again.

And I end up lying.

"Michael... It'll be okay. In a week you'll have completely forgotten about him." I know it's a lie. He knows it's a lie. Yet he seems to take comfort in my words anyway.

'Cause I'm just a sucker for anything that you do.

I should really give him the cold hard facts. That he's eventually going to go back to him, and he'll just break his heart over and over.

But I'm too nice. I could never do anything.

I hear him chuckle through the tears.

"I feel like I should have my own personal sad song." I laugh along with him, but the idea is already planted in my head.

I only half pay attention to the rest of the conversation, focusing my attention on creating a song in my head.

And when the phone call finally ends,

By the time he has to say goodbye, I've already developed the tune and some lyrics.

You say, "Thanks for being a friend."