pink skirts and punk love (muke a.u.) [discontinued]

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Michael

Blondie finally handed me the skirts he had picked out after I told him that I would apologize for this morning. He stood there sulkily, as I examined the skirts he picked out. There was one lace one and a school girl kind one.

"I'll pay these for you," I offered, hoping it would make up what he had done for me in the short period of meeting him.

He shook his head in denial but I ignored him and walked to the counter. He tapped me and said that it wasn't necessary, but I insisted, so he stood there pouting.

The cashier girl looked at me, then looked at him, raising an eyebrow. He just put his finger on his lips and the girl nodded.

"Paying by cash or card?" The lady with the name tag "Lisa" asked me and I handed her my credit card.

She directed me to enter my pin and so I did. When I was finished with entering it, she was done packing Blondie's items and she gave me the receipt for everything I've paid for.

I took the bags from her and handed it to Blondie, before walking out the store behind him.

He was about to walk off when I stopped him.

"You're not gonna say thank you?" I joked.

"Thank you Michael..." He mumbled, starting to run off again.

"Hey! Blondie! Wait!" I called out to him.

He turned back around and answered, "yeah?"

"Do you wanna go get some coffee?" I suggested, scratching my head awkwardly.

He bit his lip nervously before replying a sure.

I took his hand and dragged him to Starbucks.

***

Luke

I was somehow at Starbucks with Michael. I have no idea how we ended up here.

He sipped on his frappé as I stared into blank space.

"So," he started.

I turned my attention to him.

"What's your name?" He asked.

I shook my head.

"You don't need to know,"

He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Well, I was going to apologize to you but since I don't know your name, I'll just call you Blondie.

I am so sorry about this morning, firstly, stepping on your flower crown and being rude to you. Also, I'm sorry for lifting your skirt," He looked at me apologetically.

"Also, thank you for not telling on me to Ms Williams."

I gave him a small smile and turned to my drink.

"So, why do you dress like this?" He asked, playing with his fingers.

I hesitated before starting to speak.

"I dunno, I just like it," I admitted and he nodded.

"You like skirts?" He asked.

"Obsessed," I corrected.

"Pardon?" He tilted his head.

"I'm obsessed with skirts," I answered him.