Trespass - muke - COMPLETED

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LIZ: (Surprise POV lol)

I was making the boys pancakes, trying to hold back my smile from what I saw last night.

My Lukey snuggled up to Michael. That boy had problems, and I had never seen my son care for someone like he does with Michael.

In fact, my son likes guys, which I have always been supportive with, and he liked Michael, even if he didn't know it yet.

MICHAEL:

Luke woke me, I jumped slightly but he calmed me down by stroking my arm.

"You okay?" He asked. I nodded, trying to forget about the dreams that plagued my mind last night.

"Oh that's good, I smell breakfast, come on." He said excitedly, grabbing my hand and leading me downstairs to the kitchen.

There I saw liz making pancakes. I gulped, today wasn't one of those days I wanted to eat, but I guess since I didn't eat a lot last night, it would look to suspicious to not eat now.

"Hey boys," Liz chirped, eyeing me cautiously.

"Hey." We both replied, me trying to act happy.

"Luke go take Michael to the food cupboard so he can choose a topping for his pancakes." She smiled.

Luke nodded and took my arm, taking me to the cupboard. It was like they had a special space just for pancakes. I bit my lip, trying to figure out which option had the least calories.

In the end I decided on syrup and Luke chose Nutella and we sat back down whilst she plated up pancakes for us.

I had two and began to stab at them with my fork. Liz was starting to look my way so I stuffed some in my mouth, trying to chew as slowly as I could.

She smiled and stopped looking, I let out a sigh. Luke nudged me.

"You alright?" He asked with worried eyes.

"Yep." I say with watery eyes, blinking the moisture away.

I continued to finish my first pancake. But in the end it was too much, I excused myself and went upstairs to the bathroom and hunched over the toilet, being sick until it was all gone.

I washed out my mouth and brushed my teeth, hating the taste. I couldn't bring myself to go back down there, I sat on the tiled floor and sobbed.

suddenly Luke came jogging through the door, giving me a sad look.

"Michael why?" He asked.

"I cant do it anymore," I spoke truthfully.

"You're not fat why would you not eat?"
"I eat sometimes." I tell him. He places a hand on my shoulder.

"You don't eat all the time." he points out. "That's not healthy."

I shrug and look down.

He tilts my head up, looking into my eyes.

"You. Are. Beautiful. Exactly how you are." He smiled softly.

I look up at him, finding it hard to believe a word of it.

"I cant believe you." I say.

"Well I'm gonna make you believe me." He promised.

I couldn't speak anymore, just cry as he pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me.

We sat like that for about 10 minutes then I washed my face and we went downstairs to answer the doorbell.

LUKE:

There stood a police officer, who told us that Michael could go back home, that Steven had been told to leave and had moved out.

Michael smiled and said goodbye to everyone in the family, hugging me one more time, I made it extra squeezy, almost trying to keep him with me but I knew he had to go.

"Bye Luke," He smiled.

"Call me," I smile back and he nods, walking back to his house.

I watched him run up to his mum at their front door, both of them crying messes on the doorstep.

She ruffled his hair and they walked inside together.

I missed Michael already.