michael pov
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i hoped maybe, just maybe, luke and i would be able to talk today. we slept in our separate rooms, and i remember how deeply luke slept in the hospital.
i decided to wake up and make us some breakfast. i didn't really know what luke liked for breakfast, so i searched through the bit of snacks he brought and found a box of pop tarts.
cherry flavour? gross, luke....
"i guess i can work with these." i whispered to myself.
i popped a few in the toaster, and looked for some eggs in the fridge. i didn't know if luke even liked eggs. i hardly know luke.
fuck. why am i trying to make us breakfast.
frustrated, i walk into the doorway of luke's room to find him snoring softly in his bed, his blonde hair fallen over his face.
for as tall as he is, he looked tiny in there sleeping.
i couldn't bear to wake him. he looked so peaceful, and god only knows it's been a rough week.
but what about the pop tarts? i thought.
damn it.
that shit is gross anyway. i decide to pull them from the toaster and toss them in the trash.
i want to get to know luke better. i don't know how to do that, though, when he shuts me out and hardly says a word to me.
i feel alone with him sleeping, but i'd feel terrible if i woke him- plus, depending on how he's feeling this morning, he may hate me even more if i do that.
i choose to sit down on the one, sad looking couch we have. one i brought from the depths of the attic at my parents' house.
it's dusty and outdated. one of the ugliest things i've ever seen. but a couch is a couch, and luke and i- both being mentally ill people who were in a hospital for a long time, have no money saved up.
we're kinda screwed.
i know i need to get a job. but how? i don't even know where to start.
i thought about texting my mom, but what's the point in that? if i can't go one day without asking my mom how to adult, how will i even survive?
i sigh, thinking about how much i've always wanted to work at hot topic. i get on my phone and find the number of the one down the street, and start dialing.
someone answers.
"hi, um, my name is michael, and i'm looking for a job. i'd really like to work at hot topic, are you guys hiring?" i say awkwardly.
"we are, as a matter of fact! we just lost a few employees who went off to college. come down sometime and pick up an application. we'd love to take you into consideration." the girl says, a fake happiness in her voice.
"okay, i might come down today. thank you." i say, smiling.
i can't imagine actually getting a job there. i don't know, though. we'll see.
i know they only hire edgy people, though. my hair is newly dyed black, and i look emo but not emo enough.
i want to change things up a bit before going down to apply. if i learned anything from my dad, it was to look the part of a job you want.
i want to dye my hair something bright. but what color? and what else can i do to look more emo.
i start laughing when i think about how stupid i sound in my head. no wonder luke hates me, i'm a hot mess.
i look up hair color ideas online and i can't make a decision.
i'm stuck between a few colors. i'm about to rip out my hair trying to decide.
"god damn it." i say, a little too loudly.
luke was right behind me within a moment.
"what's your problem?" he asked, wiping sleep out of his eyes with the sleve of his oversized sweater.
"oh shit, sorry luke- did i wake you?" i sighed.
"no." he said. "i woke up a little bit ago. i just didn't want to get out of bed."
"oh, okay," i mutter. "are you hungry?"
luke nods. "i want pumpkin pancakes."
"i don't know how to make those," i laugh.
"no, i don't expect you to." luke said. "we gotta go to ihop for those. they're seasonal."
"okay," i nod, "is that what you wanna do?"
"we have no money." he says.
"oh. yeah. about that.."
luke furrowed his eyebrows. "what?"
"i'm gonna try to get a job at hot topic. but i need to dye my hair. maybe get a piercing or two. you've seen the people who work there, i don't look like one of them." i laugh.
"purple."
"purple?"
"yeah, dye it purple. s'my favorite color."
"oh, okay," i nod, "purple is good."
"and get your eyebrow pierced. that'd be hot." luke nods.
"okay," i say, "but if i do my eyebrow, you have to get a piercing too. we'll do it together."
luke shakes his head no. "scared of needles."
"so am i!" i whine.
"so? do it anyway."
"please luke?"
"i'll think about it."
i smile. "let's go get hair dye and pumpkin pancakes with the little bit of money i have."
luke nodded in agreement, giving me a small smile.
maybe, just maybe, we'll get along.
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a/n -> i guess this is a bit longer than other chapters. not really, but i'm trying.
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