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

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Luke

"Why are you telling me now?" Michael asked as he rocked me slightly on his lap. "Don't you hate me?"

I blushed, unable to make out a reason.

I didn't want to be called Blondie by Michael for the rest of my life, that's for sure.

"Don't take this wrongly, I still hate you," I insisted, giggling whimsically.

"Luke," He says, and I felt my heart start to flutter in a weird sensation.

"Mmhm?" I hummed, resting my head on his shoulder as he continued to rock me.

"Did you know that you're the cutest thing ever?" He tells me and I felt the once hibernating butterflies spring to life.

"I've been told, so you're not the first," I said proudly despite my current instability.

"By whom?"

"Lisa,"

"The sales girl yesterday?"

"Yeah,"

"Well I bet I'm the first guy," he smirked at me and I felt my cheeks go red again.

"Well... That's kinda true," I mumbled and he curled his hands tighter around my waist.

I loved this. I loved the position that Michael and I was in now. I've never felt this kind of security, maybe due to the fact that I've never dated because of my sexuality, not even from my foster parents. Honestly, I loved being in Michael's arms, even if we just met.

But we just met, this is wrong isn't it?

"Michael, I uh," I looked up and meekly tried to grab his attention.

"Yes Luke?" He replied.

"Is this wrong?" I spoke as fast as I could.

"Wrong?" He questioned.

"Like we just met and all and now we're like this,"

"Are you, perhaps, uncomfortable?" He spoke with a sad voice and loosened his grip on me.

I immediately felt a pang of pain in my chest.

"No, no! Not at all!" I insisted. "I mean, I'm the one who sat on your lap first, didn't I?"

"Good point," his voice became normal and his grip tightened around my torso again.

I smiled at his actions.

"I really like this, you know," Michael suddenly spoke up, stroking the fabric of my skirt.

"Really..?" I replied, not as a question but more of as a surprised reaction.

"Mmhm," he nodded and I giggled shyly.

"Well, I like it when you play with my skirt," I said while covering my face with my hands, embarrassed.

"Really?" He replied, trying to imitate my voice. "Then why did you look so pissed when I lifted your skirt?"

"I mean, I didn't know you as well as now then so I was taken aback but, I never though if say this, I really like your company," I admitted.

"Aww," he cooed, taking a part of my skirt and fiddling it playfully.

sorry this was a short one but I hope it's at least a little fluffy. I have more planned so enjoy!

xoxo
-nie