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luke gently pushed open his bedroom door flopping down on to his bed and releasing a rather large sigh. his thoughts constantly drifting to the fluffy haired boy - who's name he now knew to be michael. he grabbed his phone and put spotify on shuffle, humming along to somebody told me by the killers.

he grinned to himself reaching into the back pocket of his jeans and pulling out the yellow post-it with a number scrawled across it and the name 'michael' written nearly underneath.

he found an empty spot on the wall beside his bed and stuck the post-it there so he could always find it easily.

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