panties [ muke ]

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I'm coming over.

what the fuck was that supposed to mean? luke told michael that he didn't want to talk to him anymore, what was so difficult to understand about that?

luke sighed and pulled himself out of bed. he decided that since michael was coming over anyway, at least let him see what he's going to be missing out on.

he takes a quick shower, only washing his face and his hair because he'd shaved the night before (and honestly, he didn't have the patience for that at the moment.) once luke finished in the shower he blowdried his hair and started his search for the cutest outfit possible. he was going to make michael regret it.

luke decided on a pastel pink tennis skirt with an oversized white sweater. he didn't have to worry about shoes since he wouldn't be going outside, and wearing shoes inside is just fucking weird.

he only put on a thin coat of mascara and blush, trying to not make it obvious how hard he was trying to look good for michael.

when he was finally finished and feeling cuter than anything, he heard a loud pounding rumble through the otherwise quiet appartment. he knew that it was michael, that was the only possible explanation. all of his neighbors didn't acknowledge his presence and he never ordered anything, so there was no reason for anyone to be at his door.

before he answered the door he stopped by a mirror just to make sure he still looked as flawless as he did 5 minutes ago, and he did. he took a deep breath and opened the door.

"can I help you-"

luke was cut off by a larger mass colliding with him, pushing him back to the nearest wall, pinning him there with force. luke was just about to yell at michael for having the audacity to show up at his house and manhandle him, but the words never left his mouth as they were cut off with a pair of lips.

like silky plush pillows, michaels lips worked against luke's, nudging them, encouraging luke to do something- anything. the smaller boy was a bit shocked at first, but gave in with ease.

luke didn't know why this felt so natural for him, but he didn't mind. if Michael was going to be his first kiss, he might as well make it worthwhile. it felt like they were on cloud nine, isolated from the rest of the world in a state of pure bliss. yeah, Luke might be over exaggerating, but it felt magical.

michael broke the kiss first, pulling away to drink in every last feature on luke's gorgeous face. he ran his thumb across lukes swollen bottom lip, earning a giggle from the latter.

"you smell like alcohol and desperation," luke giggled.

"only for you, princess." michael said, nuzzling his face in lukes neck.

"don't think that you're off the hook, mister." luke sassed "just because you kissed me doesn't mean I forgive you for leaving me in a club, alone, in the middle of the night, scared, confused-"

"okay! I get it! it was a shit thing to do, but you have to know that I would never do that willingly, you do know that right?"

"what do you mean?"

michael sighed, "what I mean is that I never meant for that to happen. I didn't leave you there on purpose, luke. alcohol triggers me, I guess I thought that if I only drank a bit nothing would happen, and now look where we are." michael chuckled bitterly.

luke did feel like a bit of an ass for being so rude to michael, he did know that Michael had mpd and could change at any given moment, so why did he blame michael for it so much?

"alright," luke sighed "I'll give you another chance, but if you mess it up that's strike three, and I don't play baseball."

"I appreciate the effort you put into making that Orange is the New Black reference, but I'm pretty sure that there's only three strikes in baseball, not four."

a light pink blush crossed luke's features "shut up and kiss me."

and who was michael to say no?

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okay, this needs to be said.

lately i've been getting a lot of comments about how im a shitty author and how people are removing this book from their libraries for the lack of updates and im torn between 'i dont fucking care' and 'im fucking sorry'.

i don't think you guys realize how hard this is for me. i know that i'm a shitty author. i know that i'm fucking this book up. i know that you all probably hate me at this point for my lack of updates, so having you constantly throw it in my face really isn't helping.

shit like this is what makes me want to stop writing honestly, and i know i'm going to get hate for saying this, but i dont care at this point.

what you dont realize is that i'm actually trying really fucking hard to not give up at this point. you guys aren't active anymore, and i feel like everyone's dissapointed with the updates that i do manage to squeeze out, and it really fucking sucks.

i'm sorry for being such a shit person. I love you all.

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