Our Place || Muke ✔️

16

Luke spent all of Sunday hiding in his room tucked under the covers. Calum was nowhere to be seen which he was thankful for because he definitely needed the quiet and the calm. He knew he shouldn't have been ignoring Michael's texts but he couldn't help it. The boy had sent him four texts since last night. All of them were barely a sentence long but Luke still couldn't reply to it. He didn't know how to.

On Monday, Luke was tempted to just skip his classes all day but he knew he couldn't. He was a good student who needed to get his work done. Even a day of missing classes could cost him a lot and he wasn't prepared for that. He checked his schedule and realised that he had English first. A lump formed in his throat at the idea of seeing Michael again so soon. He shouldn't have been avoiding the boy but he just couldn't help it.

The truth was, Luke couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. He wasn't avoiding Michael because he hated the boy for kissing him. He was avoiding his friend because he was scared of what the kiss meant and he was scared about the possibility of him actually liking it. Luke was a confused mess. He had never been this confused about anything in his entire life. He hated it.

He wasn't gay. He knew that. He liked girls. He loved kissing Sierra. He loved having Sierra on his lap, touching him and rubbing against him like she did at the party, but part of Luke's brain wanted to imagine what it would be like if Sierra magically turned into Michael. Would it be the same? Would it be better? Or worse? Luke didn't know.

He sighed angrily and threw the covers off his body and started getting changed. When it neared 8:30am, he didn't know what to do. Should he continue on like normal and go and wait outside Michael's room so they could walk together? Or should he just get on with it and walk to the lecture hall alone? Apparently Michael had the same idea because Luke suddenly got a text message from him asking if he was nearly ready and whether he should meet the blonde outside his room.

Luke sighed heavily. His thumbs hovered over the keyboard but eventually, he decided to just switch his phone off, his face blank. He stared at his wall for a few moments. He hated this feeling.

Luke grabbed his backpack from the floor and a black jacket too. He put the jacket on, zipping it up and then put his backpack on. Just as he was about to leave, he stopped. His hand hovered over the door handle and he swallowed thickly. He couldn't do this to Michael. Ignoring him wasn't the answer. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and typed a reply, saying that he'd see Michael outside his own bedroom as soon as the boy was ready. Michael was quick to respond with a thumbs up.

Luke waited quite impatiently as he sat on the edge of his bed, tapping his foot in nervousness. He breathed in and out quickly, trying to calm down but he couldn't. The nerves were practically drowning him.

At 8:45am, a soft knock was heard on the door. Luke swallowed thickly and stood up. He was shaking but tried not to show it. He shouldn't have been this afraid of his friend. It wasn't necessarily Michael that he was afraid of. He was afraid of the feeling he got when he looked or stood next to the boy.

Before he could chicken out, he opened the door and came face to face with the black haired boy who looked up and instantly smiled once his eyes settled on the blonde haired boy. "Hey." He greeted softly.

"Hi." Luke said. He mumbled actually. He didn't mean to. He was just nervous.

"Ready to go?" Michael asked politely.

Luke nodded and pressed his lip into a thin line, walking out of his room and closing the door behind him. The walk across campus was quiet to say the least. The only thing Michael muttered was that it was cold outside. Luke was glad he was wearing a jacket and noticed that Michael was only wearing black jeans and a black hoodie. It was like the roles were reversed and as much as he wanted to joke about it, he simply couldn't. His mind was too preoccupied.