text me : muke

{41} Snapback.

okay so this isn't texting, this is them meeting ;-; i cri dis is bootiful

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To say Michael was nervous was an understatement, I mean, can you blame him? - he's about to meet the one person he loves for the first time.

He paced around for a good 25 minutes after he finished getting ready, just to think about what he would say and what he would do after seeing the breath taking blonde for the first time up close, it's almost surreal to think that after nearly two years of talking to him, it will finally happen - the meet.

He checked his reflection for what seemed to be the thousandth time, he then started panicking as he realized that he never told Luke about his newly dyed hair - black, would he like it? What if Luke hates it? What if Luke only likes his red hair?

Feeling his stomach churning and the slight urge to throw up, he stopped himself with the disapproving thoughts before finally grabbing his phone, keys and wallet before making his way downstairs and out to his car.

He slowly slumped into his rusty, old, black pickup truck - oh lord. What if he laughs at it? What if he thinks it's shitty? What if he hates it? What if he thinks he and the truck is disgusting-?

Stop it Michael, he'll love you like he always said.

Michael relaxed himself slightly, starting to drive comfortably. He knew that Luke only lived somewhat 15 minute walk away and he could have easily walked there but he thought it would have been quite awkward if Luke would have seen him walking down the street if he were to look out a window, so he decided to take a short drive to maybe take his mind off of his nervousness.

He took a deep breath of reassurance to calm himself and decided to turn some music on to help himself, Postcards and Polaroids by Sleeping With Sirens filled the car by the small speakers.

"You have arrived at your destination." The GPA system robotic voice said, just as Michael was aware that he had arrived at a rather large and fancy looking house.

And then the nervousness settled in as he noticed how bad his rusty truck didn't match the shiny, black Mercedes Benz that was parked in the driveway. He noticed how perfect the lawn was mowed, himself unperfect whilst compared to a lawn. He noticed how small and probably scared he looked next to the large impressive mansion - like house.

Oh lordy lord.

He never classified himself as a punk, but right now, he did and if his mother answered the door - he was probably a dead man walking. He knew that his bright hair, band shirt covered in a Camouflage overshirt and black skinny jeans didn't match Luke's cute fringe and singlets and shorts - cute but classy.

If he even is like that anymore.

Michael took a deep breath and strided up to Luke's front door, and when reaching it, he knocked carefully...after ten minutes of mental preparation.

Feeling nervous and considering backing out now, he heard the door click and then open.

He sucked in a breath as he saw someone who must have been Luke's brother.

"M-Mikey?" His deep Australian voice stammered.

Shit.

Wait.

Is that HIM?

Michael's jaw dropped, this was definitely not the Luke he saw in school that once and in the pictures - this was a whole new Luke.

He was a lot taller than before, and Michael that he was tall tall. Michael himself was a good 6'2 but Luke...Luke was even taller, huge broad shoulders that made his mouth water, he must have been atleast 6'4 or even 6'5.

His hair was no longer in a fringe, he wasn't one hundred percent sure what his hair was like, due to the black snapback set atop of it that Michael found loving.

He noticed that the brightly coloured shirts and shorts were replaced with black skinny jeans and a black ACDC singlet, similar to his own, Michael was speechless.

"L-Lukey?" He breathed. Luke's face broke into a grin that was decorated with a black lip ring that was also new to Michael.

"It's me." He said softly. Michael didn't need any more words, he jumped forward and melted into his arms, holding him tightly as if it were to help him from ever letting go.

"Oh my god, it's you, it's really fucking you, holy - wait, shit, sorry for swearing. Shit, I just - aw shit I did it again, fu- dammit, sorry I -"

"Mikey, shut up." Luke giggled, and fuck did Michael love the way his deep voice said Mikey and the beautiful sound of his giggle.

"Your shoulders are broad." He blurted out, immediately feelings his cheeks rush red.

He felt Luke's chest rumble as he chuckled at Michael's statement before finally pulling back.

"Twinsies." Luke mumbled, looking up at Michael's head. "I love your hair - but I love the snapback too."

Confused, Michael reached his hand up and patted at a Snapback he completely forgot putting on and smiled.

"Snapback."

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yaaaay they meeeet:))))

This isn't the end btw you all deserve smut mkay?