Ding...
Luke's phone indicated a new text notification. He knew it is from Michael asking him to hang out, they did this every week. Sure enough, it was from Michael.
Mikey: wanna hang out?
Lucas: idk
Mikey: come on, we can continue to work on our song
Lucas: ok then, i'll come in 5
Mikey: k
Luke slipped on a black hoodie again and took his guitar with him. As he opened his front door, his father shouted to him from the living room.
"Where the fuck are you going? Going to that idiot friend of yours again?"
Luke was used to hearing that every time so he just slammed the door shut without replying and started to walk to Michael's house, which was just a few blocks away.
He walked up to the front porch of Michael's house and knocked on the door, Michael's mum, Karen, answered the door. She smiled at Luke warmly.
"Oh Luke, come in, Michael is in his room waiting for you. By the way, how are you?"
Luke replied back with a smile, "I'm feeling fine Mrs Clifford, thanks for asking"
He always felt like he was welcomed here in the Clifford's house hood. Luke went here so often that Michael's mum treated him like her second child. Here is where Luke felt 'safe'.
Luke went up the stairs to Michael's room and walked straight in. Michael was blasting All Time Low's album in a volume that Luke was sure his neighbours were going to come and complain about the noise any second. Michael noticed Luke coming in patted his bed for Luke to sit. They say there without talking, just listening to the music.
Michael suddenly said, "Imagine meeting All Time Low one day."
"That will never happen, but imagine. Oh my god my life will literally be complete. Wait, imagine being friends with them," Luke replied excitedly.
"Shit, that would be hella cool man. Ok let's work on our song, this is making me sad," Michael got up and turned off his CD player, "What you got?" Michael asked while picking up his guitar.
"I kinda like this tune, let me play it for you." Luke strummed on his guitar. "It's not very good but I'm working on it, you?"
"Let me just take out my Book of Wonderful Lyrics by the Handsome and Fabulous Michael Gordon Clifford." Michael pulled out a small, wrinkled notebook from his bedside table.
"Wow how wonderful are the lyrics Michael?" Luke smirked as he snatched the notebook from Michael's hand.
"Shut up Luke, don't you sass me. You know I write the best lyrics, give it back to me," Michael tried to snatch the notebook back, but Luke held it high in the air."
"Aw Mikey, don't be mad. You know you love me, I fucking luh you babe." Luke laughed as he tried to get away from Michael.
"Stop Luke, ok ok I love you ok? Now give it back to me baby," Michael smiled while Luke tossed his notebook back to him. They ended up laughing hysterically on the bedroom floor. Only Michael could make Luke laugh and forget about his troubles, and that was what they always end up doing.
"You gonna hear my wonderful lyrics or not?" Michael asked after they calmed down.
"Sure," Luke replied smiling.
As Michael was telling him all about how much time and effort he spent on perfecting the lyrics, Luke couldn't help but think how weird it was for Michael, out of all those popular people at school he could hang out with, chose to be friends with himself. I mean, he's a freak right? No one should like him, no one should want to spend time with him. But Michael liked him, Michael wanted to spend time with him, and that was what Luke was thankful for.
AN//
I wrote this on a long car trip and it was bumpy af, sorry if this suck :(
This chapter is kinda more happier because I am happy yay
btw, 5sos are now real life friends with all time low and I want to cry
Are you guys bananas? Because ya'll are a-peeling AYEEE
k peace out bai
Jazz x
