Vinyl //Muke

Jealous

Michael's POV

"Mikey." Someone poked the back of my head causing me to groan into the pillow. Suddenly the events of yesterday came back to me. Luke and I were okay again. After all of these months, we were okay. I looked up from the pillow to see Luke sitting beside me fully dressed.

"It's too early, go away." I mumbled and he shook his head.

"You're not sleeping the whole day." He grabbed the pillow from under my head and started beating me with it. I grabbed it from him before he managed to hit me with it again, then threw it across the room. He pouted then climbed on top of me so that he was straddling my waist.

"I want to go to Hot Topic." He pouted.

"Then go to Hot Topic, Luke." It's not like he couldn't go without me. Although, he probably needed a ride.

"I want to go with you, though."

I groaned then rubbed my eyes. "It's kind of hard to get up when you're sitting on me." I pointed out.

"Oh right." His cheeks turned slightly red as he got off of me and stood beside the bed. I stood up and grabbed my jeans from the floor and pulled them on as Luke watched my every move.

"Wait, you need a shirt." He grabbed a shirt from the dresser then threw it at me. I put it on and smiled when I realized it was an All Time Low shirt. I pulled on my shoes and followed Luke out of the room. We passed Ashton's room where I could hear loud moans coming from inside. I really don't need to mental image of one of my closest friends screwing someone.

"You get used to it when you hear it every night." Luke said as we walked down the stairs.

We left the house and made it to the mall in less than ten minutes due to my awesome driving. "I'm surprised you didn't get us killed." Luke got out the truck and I smirked.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I am an amazing driver." He rolled his eyes as we walked into the mall. Of course I headed straight towards Starbucks and stood in line.

"Tell that to the person you almost ran over." His hand somehow found mine as we reached the front of the line.

"They were in my way." I shrugged and he smiled. We both ordered and I paid for our drinks with him glaring at me the whole time.

"I could have paid for my own." He said as the lady handed him his drink.

"Really now?" I grabbed mine from the lady and followed Luke to Hot Topic. I headed straight to the back wall and stared at all the shirts. There's so many to choose from and so little money. If only I could be in a band and be rich, then I could afford all the band shirts that I want.

I grabbed a Green Day shirt then walked over to where Luke was standing. He already had like ten shirts in his arms and I rolled my eyes.

"How do you expect to pay for all of that when you don't have a job?" I asked. He piled all of the stuff in my arms and I followed him up to the register. I put all the stuff on the counter and the chick behind it started doing her thing. Of course she was checking out Luke while doing so.

"I may or may not have taken my mom's credit card the other day." He smirked and handed it to the chick. She gave him a smile and I glared at her as I grabbed Luke's hand. She put all the stuff in bags and I grabbed them then pulled Luke out of the store.

Luke started smiling like an idiot and I looked over at him, "What?"

"You're jealous, Mikey." He smirked and I glared at him.

"No I'm not."

"You are." He smiled.

"No," I stated and his grin grew.

"It's cute though." He did not just call me cute. I am not cute, I am a man. Men are not cute.

"Shut up." I mumbled as he dragged me into Spencers. He headed straight towards the back and I groaned internally. He picked up a vibrator and turned towards me.

"Is this what you used during those months without me?" He asked smirking.

"Luke, this is the one hidden in the back of your dresser." His cheeks immediately reddened and I resisted the urge to start laughing. His face is literally priceless.

"No, it's actually not." He put it back on the shelf and walked over to where all the posters were. He flipped through all of them making faces at the ones with naked girls on them. He stopped on one of a shirtless guy then turned towards me again.

"Does this turn you on, Clifford?" He asked and I made a face of disgust.

"Nope, he looks like he's on steroids." I said and he flipped to another one.

"What about this one?" It was a picture of Miley Cyrus with her tongue out and I rolled my eyes.

"No."

"What turns you on then?" He asked flipping through more of the posters.

"There's an obvious answer to that, Hemmings." I started messing with some weird sticky stuff they had on display and he came to stand beside me. I guess he was finally done looking at posters.

"Which is?" His blue eyes stared at me waiting for an answer.

"You."