leather jacket::malum/muke {COMPLETED}

0.5

michael stumbled drunkenly through the city streets, trying to find his way home. home to luke.

but he couldn't remember who luke was, only that he really missed him.

why did he miss luke?

he giggled, thinking of how stupid he was being. he didn't miss anyone, and he surely didn't miss a boy. why would he miss a boy?

it's not like he was gay, for fucks' sake.

he pulled out his phone from his pocket and clicked on what appeared to be a girl's contact.

she didn't answer for a few seconds, "michael what the fuck are you doing? do you know what time it is?"

her shrilly voice and tone annoyed her, not caring about the time. "wherer you?" his words were slurred.

"my house shithead."

"wheressdat?"

"go to hell."

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after the phone call, he kept walking, trying to find his house, but with no luck. so he stumbled down an alley, determined to find somewhere to sleep.

he just wanted to sleep.

michael found himself in front of a small space that was covered by a blue tarp. he pushed it aside and crawled into it, the moon slightly illuminating the place.

in the corner there was a big black lump, probably left by someone before. that's what he thought, until the damn thing moved.

"what the fuck!?" michael screamed, scooting alarmingly away from the thing.

"iswer t'fuckin god i dnnt mean t'-"

"shut the hell up" a boy's voice snapped back, "who the hell are you and what are you doing in my home?"