Luke and the Boy Next Door | Muke

::Chapter 11::

It's been a few weeks since I talked to Michael on his front porch.

We have fairly casual conversation when I see him, but it's definitely different. I see him more with Calum when they come into work and bother Abigail and I until we sneak them into a movie.

Though, it's not like our manager would mind, he see's them there all the time he ends up thinking they working at the theater.

I was talking to Abigail about everything one day. She told me to actually talk to Michael. Work everything out. Because we clearly haven't. He said we were just eleven, there's more to it than just a kiss and him leaving me heartbroken.

Walking inside my house after only having a five hour shift at the theater, I see my Mother packing a picnic basket. I furrow my eyebrows and stare at what she's doing. We never go on picnics.

"Whatcha doing?" I ask curiously.

"Go change, we're leaving in 20 minutes."

I nod, even though I don't know what's happening.

I close my bedroom door, stripping myself of my work uniform, I toss it into my hamper before finding a pair of denim skinny jeans, a hoodie, and my wore out vans. Not my best, but it's closing in on the end of summer and the urge to wash my clothes is nowhere to be found.

I grabbed my phone and skipped down a few of the steps before landing on the platform leading into our kitchen.

"Mom?" I called out. "Tell me if I look acceptable for wherever we are going!"

"Those jeans make your butt look great."

I spun around and saw Michael sitting at our kitchen table. He wasn't there when I got home fifteen minutes ago.

"What are you doing here, Mikey?"

His eyes widened at the old nickname, but didn't comment on it. "Your Mom invited me on your family picnic. I think she said we're going to Muir Woods."

Memories of going there as a kid came flooding back, we haven't been in years.

I don't know if my mom thought inviting Michael would make things better between us, because she's mostly likely going to be wrong and I'll end up pushing him into one of the creeks.

My mom walked into the kitchen with a blanket laying over her arm and a wide grin on her face. She glanced between the two of us before beckoning us to follow her out to the car where my dad was waiting for us.

I stayed a few steps ahead while Michael stayed back while he chatted with my mom.

I wonder if he's looking at my butt. He said these pants make it look good. Why-why am I thinking about that?

I climbed into the car, Michael following right behind. He was definitely checking out my butt. Oh my.

The car ride was long. I did talk much to Michael, my parents talked to him, so I didn't feel too bad. They mostly asked about how his life away from California effected him, new friends he made along the way, and about school that's starting in a few weeks.

Michael nudged my shoulder a few minutes before we pulled into the National Park. "You okay?"

I shrugged. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know. You barely talked on the way here."

"I get car sick sometimes."

"Luke used to get it all the time when he was little. Not as much anymore,sometimes it likes to show its self." My mom chirped into our conversation, I didn't mind, but Michael wasn't paying much attention to what she was saying, he seemed more concerned about me which was odd.

I was about to respond to him until I was interrupted by my dad yelling, "We're here!"

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a/n: I know, I make you wait a week for a filler. But I'm already working on the next chapter since its a continuation of this one so it should be up in a few days.

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