La Douleur Exquise // Muke {Completed}

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Michael didn't want to work, but he did want to eat. It was a pretty difficult situation actually, but in the end, food came over laziness and Michael dragged himself out of bed and made his way to where Ashton lived, and he was just gonna drag him along to a set and hope he could get paid for something.

It was early and Michael didn't want to move, but Ashton would force himself into Michael's apartment and make him get up and out no matter what, so with small groans he got some cereal and pulled on a shirt and skinny jeans, even if his moves were stiff.

Michael wondered what Luke was thinking or doing or dreaming. He wondered whether Luke ever dreamt, or if his thoughts drained his brain to the point of dreaming becoming as unreal as the people he spoke to. Michael wasn't sure.

Michael found himself in the same elevator with the same Luke as before, except sunglasses had been put away, scruff more prominent and it looked like he'd had a rough night by the dark circles under his eyes.

"Oh, it's you," Luke muttered,"What are you doing here?" he asked as if it was crazy for Michael to be in an elevator with him, as if they didn't live in the same building together. Michael wondered whether Luke had realised that they really did live under the same ultimate roof.

"Going to work," Michael replied, not put off by Luke's rude tone anymore, it seemed to just be part of him now anyway, and Luke smiled softly, though his eyes showed nothing. It was weird seeing someone with such dulled down emotions. Michael wanted to ask, but it really wasn't his place to do so.

"You finally got a job then?" Luke said, smirking vaguely, and Michael rolled his eyes slowly, and he realised Luke was joking in a way.

"I'm a freelancer," Michael replied, and Luke raised his eyebrows slightly, Michael wasn't sure why.

"And you can afford the apartment you have?" he explain bluntly, and Michael nodded, trying his best not to get annoyed. He had a quick temper and he thought he was doing well keeping it away from sight.

"I make sure I get payed the right price," Michael replied softly, and Luke smirked nodding, not replying for a while and Michael was wondering why, Luke's face was so consistently blank, it was impossible to tell what he was feeling or thinking ever.

"Let me see," and it wasn't a question, but a statement. Luke was coming with Michael and there was no disputes about it. Michael still tried to disagree with it anyway, whilst thinking how much longer an elevator journey lasts with Luke.

Michael shrugged,"It's insanely boring, you won't want to come," Michael whined, because knowing him he'd probably make some sort of fool out of himself whilst working, and he didn't want Luke thinking any less of him than he already did. At least he assumed Luke only thought little of him.

Luke rolled his eyes,"I have nothing better to do," he replied and Michael groaned, sighing slowly.

"Fine, but you won't be happy with your decision," Michael muttered grouchily, just as the elevator dinged and they walked out, Luke leading the way as if he knew where he was supposed to be going.

"Who said anything about ever being happy with my decisions," Luke said, so softly Michael wasn't sure he was supposed to hear, so he didn't comment, he didn't want to make Luke uncomfortable after all.

And then silence ensued over both of them and Michael was wondering what Luke was thinking in the heavy silence of the drive and Luke wasn't going to say anything because he'd fucked up with using too many words too many times already and he needed to stop before something was revealed that wasn't supposed to be. It's tough to keep it all inside sometimes, though.

I hate school fml