Geek Squad {Muke}

34 - Aftermath of Awkwardness

Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase. ~Martin Luther King Jr.

Luke's POV

I let out a yawn as I opened my eyes, it was dark but I could still feel Michael running his fingers over my hair. I looked around us.

"Michael."

"Yes Luke?"

"Are we naked, on your parents' couch?"

"Yep."

"Wonderful." I yawned. "What time is it?"

"About two-thirty in the morning." Michael said.

"What!?" I yelled as I lifted myself up off of Michael.

"Don't worry my parents haven't been home yet." Michael said.

"No but what about my parents!" I yelled. "Where are my pants?"

"Over there somewhere." Michael said. I rolled my eyes and just slid my briefs back on.

"Oh damn I'm a mess." I sighed.

"Yeah." Michael chuckled.

"I hate you." I groaned. "My ass hurts!"

"Luke stop whining, please." Michael sighed as he sat up. "What's the matter? Why are you freaking out?"

"Michael it's two-thirty in the morning and it's Monday!" I said. "My parents don't know where I am! Did they call my phone?"

"Baby your phone is on the table over there, not in your pants." Michael said. "And as far as I know no one called."

"What?" I asked. I walked over and picked my phone up. And thus, turning on the lock screen I saw no messages. No texts. No missed calls. Definitely no voicemails.

I could not help but feel. Conflicted. Like my parents were not worried about where I was? Did they not care? Did they even know I was gone?

"Luke, I'm going to get some clothes." Michael said. He kissed my cheek as he walked by. "I'll get you some shorts and a shirt." I nodded my head and Michael walked out.

I ran a hand through my hair and let out a sigh. I thought about calling Ashton, to ask if my parents called him. But that would be foolish.

"Luke! Can you come up here!?" Michael called. I began to walk my way up the stairs. Trying to ignore the pain in my bottom. I walked into Michael's room where he slid a gray t-shirt over my head and put black shorts on my head.

"My parents didn't call." I said as I slid shorts on. Michael was already dressed and I noticed he was smirking. "What..?"

"Just look." Michael said. "Look at you and then me." I looked down at myself and then Michael and it hit me.

"Did you seriously give us matching outfits?" I rolled my eyes.

"Hey I thought it was cute." Michael huffed. As he plopped on his bed. "Are you okay, love?"

"My parents didn't call me or text me." I said as I looked at my phone and tossed it into Michael's bed.

"Point being?" Michael asked.

"Nothing it's dumb." I muttered and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Luke Hemmings." Michael snapped. "What did I tell you earlier today?"

"That I need to tell you things blah, blah, blah." I rolled my eyes.

"No. Not 'blah, blah, blah.'" Michael huffed. "What I said mattered."

"Yes it did." I said as I looked at Michael. "You're still going to think it's dumb."

"No tell me." Michael said, I could feel him begin to peck my cheek and down to my jawline.

"Alright, alright." I sighed. "I'm just.. Upset because they either don't care or they didn't even notice I was gone."

"That's not dumb." Michael said. "Do you want me to bring you home?"

"No it's pointless now." I said. "We have to get up in like three hours anyways."

"Well then come lay down. Rest your sore bottom." Michael chuckled.

"I should make you bottom next time." I said, glaring at Michael.

"Oh next time?" Michael smirked. "Already thinking about next time, huh?"

"I hate you so much." I sighed.

"But I love you!" Michael whined. "Baby, come on."

"You're so frustrating." I smiled as I slid next to Michael. "All our clothes is still downstairs. Including your underwear. What happens if your parents come home?"

"They won't." Michael muttered.

"They really are never home, are they?" I asked, laying on my side so I could still see Michael but lay down.

"No. Not really." Michael shook his head.

"Why not?" I asked as I played with Michael's fingers. He let out a sigh and ran his other hand through his hair.

"They're just busy." Michael shrugged.

"Too busy to ever be home? Too busy to be home at two in the morning?" I asked.

I could hear Michael swallow hard. "Y-Yeah."

"Love? Are you okay?" I asked as I sat up more, turning Michael's face towards me I could see the tears welling up in his eyes. "Don't cry.."

"S-Sorry." Michael said, he offered up a small smile. "They just work a lot."

"Michael I've known your for a while, I've been over here more times then I can count. There is no sign that someone besides you lives in this house." I said. "I don't mean to be the bearer of bad news, but don't you think they're doing more then just working?"

"W-Well they go on trips whenever they can..I-I think they're i-in the Caribbean.." Michael shrugged.

"They don't take you?" I asked. Michael shook his head. "Did you ever ask?" Michael shook his head again. "Why not?"

"I-I saw no point in going with people I barely know." Michael said.

I could feel my heart breaking. "Michael, they're your parents.."

"They don't seem to care.." Michael shrugged. "I guess it really doesn't bother me too much."

"It does too bother you, I can see it by the look on your face." I sighed. "I'm sorry, Michael.."

"It's fine." Michael shrugged. "I think I'm going to go shower cause I think I still have some of your - "

"Don't you dare finish that sentence." I said. Pointing a finger at Michael.

"Alright." Michael chuckled.

"But Mikey?"

"Yeah?"

"Just remember, while you parents aren't here I will always be here." I smiled. "I love you a lot, okay?"

"Thanks Luke." Michael smiled, he pecked my lips before standing up and heading to the shower.