PROLOGUE
I hate everything.
"I hate this shirt, I hate this place, I hate this job, I hate- ugh!" Luke whisper-shouted, taking the ugly, old, yellow-white apron he had to wear for seven hours a day, off himself.
"Doesn't everyone?" his co-worker Riley came out of the supply closet, a bored expression taking over her features.
The blonde only rolled his eyes and let himself fall down the wall and onto the dirty, coffee shop floor. He had moved from Chicago to New York last year, hoping that he's "turn the page" and/or "start a new chapter of my life"- like, without his parents and stuff. It seemed like a great plan in his head, the first couple of days actually working smoothly, but after he realised that he actually had to actually provide a life for himself by himself, things started to go downhill.
"The second I find a roommate, you'll need to start looking for a new work colleague." Luke stated in a over-dramatic tone.
"Oh come on, it's not that bad." he only glared at her. "Okay, okay. This job sucks, but what can you do about it?" she raised her hands in surrender as she finished restocking the "to go" cups. "Run away and embrace the homeless-man lifestyle?" she joked.
"Riley run away with me, I know I sound crazy, Don't you see what you do to me?" Luke started singing, making making her chuckle and shake her head.
"Firstly, you're gay, Luke, and just so you know, you still have a job so move your little punk rock singer ass from the floor cause' we have orders to take and cocky assholes to make coffee for." Riley gestured for him to come as she rushed out of the "employee only" room. After a long and painful sigh, the blonde finally complied and got up, not expecting to come in contact with a mop of bright pink hair and some heavy combat boots pushing into his stomach, as the unknown person bumped into Luke, and definitely not expecting the big grin and his following words.
"So.. I heard you've been looking for a roommate?"
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Pairings: muke & mentioned cashton.
Warnings:
*boyxboy material- if you're not comfortable with that than wtf are you doing here
*fluff, fluff, fluff and more fluff
*kinda girly Michael but not really, just with colours and stuff like that
*triggering parts at some point
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Mixtape Boy ⇒ muke
Fanfiction❝he wasn't really good with words, but he had his way with music.❞ [kinda short chapters]
