the buddy system / lrh 🍒

18:the only reason

Luke really didn't want to get out of bed and everyone was okay with that. Y'know, everyone other than Michael Clifford, his best friend and the most annoying motherfucker ever.

He was never okay with Luke not living his life freely and happily considering that it was like watching someone die, seeing the blue eyed boy sad, mainly because he was never usually sad. He was honestly a happy person, but when sadness hit him, it was like a train that paralyzed him and made him anything but fine at all which obviously meant that Michael had to do something.

"You can't just lay in bed and cry forever, mate," the red haired boy stated, frowning at the tufts of blue tufts of hair that could be seen from above the piles and piles of blankets his best friend was under.

"I don't want to see you like this. It's embarrassing," he added jokingly, sitting at the edge of his bed and earning a groan from Luke, who, for the past almost two days had been talking exclusively in weird noises. It was just more weird than sad.

Michael frowned, laying his body on top of the blue eyed boys and giving him a hug. If he knew anything about Luke, it was that he was very fond of cuddles and usually they made him feel better.

"Lukey, Lukelele, Lucas, Lucifer, Luke, c'mon," he urged, using every horrible nickname he had invented for him in hopes of just a single word from him and sighing a bit in disappointment when all there was was silence. And it was deafening.

"Talk to me. At least me, you haven't talked to anyone and it's starting to worry me," he admitted, the worry completely obvious in his voice, which made Luke question if he did it on purpose or not. "Just do something, yell, scream, tell me what the fuck is going on because i want to help. You are my fucking best friend and i don't want you to like disintegrate on this bed."

Luke never really told him what he was so caught up about, honestly. He just started screaming incoherent curse words into the phone and made Michael practically run all the way down to his house and barge into his room like a madman. He even had to cancel a fucking date with Calum Hood just to come and pick up all the broken pieces.

The blue haired boy poked his head out so that only his messy newly dyed hair and bright, blue eyes that were obviously bloodshot from crying were able to be seen. And Jesus did the sight break his heart.

"Oh, Luke," Michael whispered, watching as the boy shook his head, closing his eyes quickly as tears welled up in them, making his blue orbs even brighter than they already were. Yet despite that, they seemed dull like his eyes mimicked the sadness he felt. "What happened?"

"I-i took her home and s-she said we were just f-friends, Mike," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

"After literally everything, after her telling her she fucking loved me, she just said we were friends. And i don't know why it hurt so much. It's just a fucking word," the blue haired boy continued, sounding more utterly confused about his feelings than sad at this point.

Michael nodded, hugging him quietly because he couldn't think of anything else to do. There probably wasn't anything else to do but just hug him and at least try to cheer him up.

"You'll be okay, Lukey. I promise," he stated simply, as if his words were like glue and he was fixing all his broken pieces and filling up the empty spaces with his own.