white noise // muke

0.2

michael shook his head. that couldn't be real, right? he was just imagining it. but the figure never left, never moved, never did anything. then all at once, it quit. the lights stayed on, the noises quit, the tv turned off, and the figure disappeared. michael couldn't move in his state of shock. his breath left him shakily, and his eyes darted across the room. there was never anything like this to happen to michael, and his reaction really set luke off. the look of terror in his eyes sent him into a fit of laughter, and he watched as he stood up, his knees weak.

luke was a demon. and he didn't take kindly to anyone moving into the apartment. for what reason, no one really knew, except his friend ashton, who always calmy awaited for luke's return back to the underworld. it was 3 in the morning, so luke figured to get back to where he belonged. as fun as the first night was, it had to end at some point. he just wondered how long it would take for michael to move out. 

michael's heart still raced as he walked back the hallway to the bedroom. he couldn't just leave now, it was 3 in the morning, and calum was probably sleeping anyway. so michael had to tough up and sleep through the rest of the night. well, more like sit, he couldn't close his eyes after that.