MUKE short stories

bad omens ♪ 13

Michael's pov

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One thing Michael didn't miss about addiction was being able to sleep.

He always remembered people telling him how they drank so they could sleep.

Falling asleep maybe, but whenever drunk or on pills, Michael would toss and turn. He'd wake up at ungodly hours, no matter the time or place. He'd dream the weirdest things that would leave him drained and uninspired.

So, he'd take more pills and drink for them to kick in sooner just to survive the day.

Falling asleep sober was harder, his brains not turning off but at least his thoughts made sense.

It was either overthinking every interaction he had with Luke or his parents or being excited about the songs he'd create with the team the next day.

Besides disappointing people he loved, not being able to write music was the worst thing addiction brought him.

That's why waking up that early on his day off didn't make sense. He was still sleepy, he wanted to sleep. But his mind was telling him something.

Then he realized it was Luke. Luke was telling him something. Luke was trying to wake him up.

"Mikey, Mikey."

Michael opened his eyes slowly and groaned.

"What is it?"

Before he finished the sentence, he remembered what happened when they last saw each other.

Luke kissing him.

He noticed Luke was upset so he sat up. "What is it, Luke?"

"I'm so fucking sorry, Michael. I'm so stupid. That's the worst thing I could have done."

There was pain in Michael's chest but he learned to ignore it over the years.

"It's fine, Luke." He faked a smile.

Because he didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve Luke or any chance with him. Luke kissing him was a mistake and he'll have to move on from it.

Move on from the kiss. Not from Luke. Never from Luke.

"It's not." Luke sat on the bed, on the verge of tears. "You're sober, you're trying your harder and I kissed you with my drunk mouth, alcohol on my lips or my breath."

Michael bit down a smile. The next breath he took was much easier than the one before.

"Luke, I'm not going to fall off the wagon just because I smelled alcohol on your breath. Which, if we're being honest, I still do."

"Oh," Luke blushed and blew air against his palm, frowning after realizing Michael was right.

Michael did the most selfish thing he could have done and squeezed Luke's hand. "It's fine, Luke."

"Okay," Luke said nervously. "I'm sorry for waking you up. You should, like, go back to sleep and I'll go and brush my teeth."