Dance (muke)

Chapter Two

Michael's perspective ::

As soon as I left Calum's I felt all giddy inside and now I that lay with my hand on Luke's chest feeling the rapid beat of his heart and have his arm around my shoulder, it was simply peaceful. For once he wasn't teasing and I didn't feel like I needed to have my defenses up. Times like this were my favorite.

It wasn't often we got to interact like this, normally we had to keep up with the constant acts of hate and rude jokes. I mean I like it occasionally and people think that I love doing it but the thing is I often find myself in my room late at night, just crying because I feel like such a bad person.

I always feel bad for what I do, but I've got this reputation that people want me to keep up and I hate it. It makes me feel like I'm actually hurting Luke's feelings, and maybe I am -- I hate the idea if that because honestly he's a cool guy, he's just a little cocky.

But times like these are my reminder that this is all going to be okay, that he doesn't hate me with his all, and that what we say doesn't truly affect us too much.

"Oh it's so fetch!" I recited reaching over Luke's lap and grabbing a piece of pizza.

"What is fetch?" He asked taking the pizza from my hand making me pout.

Oh, it's, like, slang. From England."

"So if you're from Africa why are you white?" He giggled making me smile, let's face it -- we may hate each other but this is our movie.

"Oh my god, Karen, you can't just ask people why they're whi--"

My phone went off making me curl closer to Luke's side and groan, he laughed and nudged me. "You gonna answer that?"

I nodded and grabbed my phone tilting it to the side, if he knew my password I'd be begging satan to swallow me into the depths of hell.

Lucifer :
is masturbating while smoking weed called masturblazing?

I giggled and looked at him, "Luke I'm sitting right beside you."

"So?"

"Why'd you text me?" I asked but he just smiled.

Michael :
no I think it's highjacking

Michael :
I take that back, weedwhacking

I looked at him and burst with laughter because I'm oh so funny, okay not really but I'd like to believe I am. I dropped my head on his shoulder for a second and looked up at him. He just shook his head with a large smile and let out a quite laugh, I mean c'mon you can't resist laughing when I do because I sound quite stupid.

"Ba--Hey Michael?" Luke asked pausing the movie and sitting his laptop aside and sitting up.

He looked serious for once, the glimmer in his eyes wasn't teasing but rather pleading. The smile on his face was soft and timid as if he were scared. "I wanted to ask you something?"

"If you got some chick pregnant that's not my problem." He smiled slightly but it almost instantly dropped as he shook his head.

"No, god no. It's more of a personal question." He muttered not meeting my eyes.

"Luke c'mon don't look so down," I said taking his face in one of my hands. "Say I'm a pooka fish."

He rolled his eyes, "I'm a pooka fish."

"And pooka fish don't smile." His lips twitched slightly into a smile.

"And pooka fish don't smile."

"But this one does!" I giggled.

"But this one does."

"Okay now continue with your question." I said and loomed him straight in the eye so he'd know I was serious.

Okay I can't stay serious for more than five seconds and ended up giggling.

"Michael please."

"Begging on the first date Hemmings?" I laughed and maybe I snorted and it probably was disgusting but I'm sure Luke doesn't care.

"Michael I'm being serious." He whined.

I sighed and nodded.

"Have you ever been in love with like somebody you know would never love you? And like it makes you feel like crap about yourself because they treat you as just a friend and that's all you'll ever be to them. And you just find yourself so upset about it because you'll never be good enough for them, like they're just so perfect for you but they don't see it. A-and sometimes you just break down because you want them, all you want is them because they make you happy and all you are is a sad mess because you don't have them?" He whispered the last line as I watched a tear roll down his cheek.

I reached over to wipe it away and he gave me a sad smile, "Luke you've got it bad."

"Gee I never would've guessed that." He glared.

"Sorry sorry, if you want my opinion I say you go for it. I mean if you feel like they like you back but if you don't think they do I say give it time. I may not seem to like you most of the time but I don't want you to get your heart broken by some stupid chick." I said pulling him close to me.

"Yeah chick." He muttered.

"Aw does my Lukey have a crush on a guy." I smirked reaching up to pinch his cheek.

"Um."

"It's fine Luke, I totally understand I mean have you seen Tyler Joseph's butt." I gushed and cleared my throat so I'd seem a little more serious. "Well in that case is he gay?"

"I think he's bi but I really don't know." He sighed.

"Chin up Lukey, I'm sure he'd be glad to have you and if he isn't he can have a nice conversation with my fist." I smiled. "Now why don't we continue our movie, I know that would make you happy."

He just nodded but still seemed so out of it, and I had a new plan in my mind -- mission get Luke with this dude is now my biggest priority.