Vinyl //Muke

Parks

Luke POV

Michael took my hand in his and he rubbed his thumb over my knuckles in the process. Watching the small action I smiled at the boy sitting in the worst chair possible.

"I wanna get out of here" I whispered looking at him.

"You have to heal first Luke" He whispered and shuffled his body in the chair trying to get comfy. I let go of his hand and scooted over. Patting the spot next to me the confused look on his face disappeared. He got out the seat scooting it away from the bed and crawled in next to me and placed his head on my chest.

Sitting there for a while, looking down I was playing with his hair. I couldn't tell he if he was asleep or not because he wasn't necessarily moving. Leaving him be I just simply continued to play with his hair, twirling random locks around my finger.

"I hate you" He said causing me to jump.

"Why?" I asked and he looked up at me. He didn't look into my eyes but behind my head. Taking his chin in my fingers I moved his head so he would look at me. It worked. I leaned down and kissed him softly letting him know I was here and I wasn't going anywhere.

"Because you scared the shit out of me. I didn't think you were gonna live." I watched as a single tear fell down his face and he quickly looked away, obviously not wanting me to see him cry. Bringing his face back to mine I once again made him look at me.

"I wasn't going anywhere Michael, I wasn't leave you hear by yourself." I whispered lightly and he crawled on top of me, me between his legs and his head resting on my chest with his arms tucked.

"I felt like you where." He mumbled against my shirt. Nodding I knew he was scared. I could see it all over his face once I called his name when I woke up.

"I promise you're not gonna get rid of me that easily." I whispered in his ear.

I want Michael to know that I'm not going anywhere. That he's kinda stuck with me for the rest of his life even if we aren't together

"Hey Michael?"

"Yea?"

"Never mind." I brushed it off and he laid his head back down.

/few weeks later/

"Are you sure everything is set up?" I asked Ashton as I ran down the steps out of breath. He shook his head an placed his hands on my shoulder.

"Calm down Luke, everything is gonna be fine" He smiled at me and handed the box over. Looking down at it I twirled it in my hands. "Stop looking at it and go!" He pushed me along and I nodded running out the house quickly. I got in the car and drove to the place I told Michael to be at and sure enough he was sitting on the bench.

I rather do this in the park then in the middle of some random restaurant with old people staring us down.

Getting out the car I shoved the box into my pocket am slowly made my way to Michael becoming nervous. I might not be able to get the box out sense my damn pants are so fucking skinny. Pulling at my baby blue hoodie I walked up to him and he smiled.

"What did you want me to meet to here for?" He asked and I sighed. Once I did that he seemed to get scared. "Is there something wrong?" He asked starting to freak out. Shaking my head quickly I took his face in my bands and kisses his softly.

"Everything is fine. But sit down." He sat down looking at me confused and I took a deep breath.

Here goes nothing.

"So I'm really bad at romantic stuff and you know that, even though I've read about them a billion times and I dress like girls that you read about in romantic books but. What I'm trying to get at is why don't we make our own romantic story?" I smiled wen though it wasn't that clever.

"Luke are you asking me to write a book with you?" He chuckled and I simply glared.

"No"

"Okay" He smiled still quietly giggling.

"What I'm trying to say but obviously am not getting at, is I want you to know that I love you. Im in love with you actually. I see you and my heart feels like its gonna explode and when your sad I wanna do anything I can to make you smile and I hate being away from you for too long. You're the reason I'm still here. I still remember when you stopped that ass hole from beating my face in at school." Pulling out the box with ease, somehow, I got down on one knee. Some people stopped and watched. But I didn't care.

Opening the box I showed it to Michael as he had his hand over his mouth.

"I wanna make a promise to you, that I will do whatever I can to make you happy, to take care of you." I pulled out one ring and slipped it onto my finger and showed him his. "Do you accept this promise ring Mikey?"