Trespass - muke - COMPLETED

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Trigger towards the end, so don't read it if you can't my lovelies x
LUKE:

I moaned in frustration when I was woken by a knock at my window. I turned my body over and raised my eyebrows as I saw Michael stood outside. He smiled at me excitedly and waved.

"Come in!" I mouthed, since the window was slightly open. He opened it and climbed in, but he tripped and landed with a thud on my floor.

I laughed loudly as he brushed himself off, playfully glaring at me.

I pulled the covers back over me.

"Oh no, you don't mock me and get away with it." He chuckled evilly as he ran over to the bed, jumping on top of me.

"Ouch!" I cried, laughing as he continued to throw himself at me.

Eventually he slowed and it was probably because he was tired, after all it was morning. He steadied his breathing and the laughter faded, he lay partly on top of me. I wrapped my blanket covered arms around him tightly.

"Morning Mikey." I smiled into his hair.

"Morning." He replied quietly.

"How are you?" I stared up at the ceiling.

"M'fine." He mumbled. Things were silent for about a minute and I wondered why until I heard a small snore from the boy in my arms.

"Michael no!" I giggled. "Don't fall asleep on me."

"Wha.... What?" He jolted up slightly.

"I said don't fall asleep," I whined.

"M'sorry Lukey, I'm just so tired." He yawned.

"It's okay, just talk to me." I told him. "What are you doing here?"

"You always come to see me." He said tiredly. "I wanted to see you."
I felt my insides flutter as I looked at him, glad he couldn't see the blush on my cheeks.

"O-okay." My voice cracked at the end which gave away my nerves. I mentally cursed.

He shuffled around and sat up, flipping 180 degrees so that he was lying on me, face near mine.

"Can I...?" He asked nervously.

I didn't trust myself to speak so I just nodded and he smiled, leaning close as he attached his lips to mine softly.

He placed his hands at the back of my neck as he pushed me further into his mouth. He let out a moan and pulled away instantly, completely embarrassed.

"Aw." I commented, pinching his cheek. "Y'know there's no one home, they all have appointments." I mentioned.

He looked slightly panicked, like I would be expecting him to do... stuff.... since that was the cliché.

"No, no! I thought we could go make cupcakes." I smiled softly at him and he beamed, nodding at me.

"Come on then." I pushed him off me and lead him downstairs.

...

We had baked the cupcakes, now it was just time to ice them, which is where things all seemed to fall apart.

"Michael pass me the icing sugar," I said nicely as he smiled over at me and handed me the bag.

Unfortunately there was a small rip in the bag making about 100 grams of it spill onto the counter before I stopped the flow.

"Shit." I cursed.

Michael laughed obnoxiously.

"Stop laughing at me." I pouted. I randomly leaned down to the counter and realised, I never knew what icing sugar smelt like. I don't even know why I decided to smell it. But what I do remember was that I breathed in too hard and a small amount of it went up my nose.

I stumbled back, coughing. "Ugh!" I laughed, wiping the excess off my nose.

I turned to Michael, noticing the silence.

He just stood wide eyed, hands trembling.

"Michael..... are you okay?" I asked worriedly.

He stayed frozen.

"I-it's just some mess... it can be cleaned up," I said with a confused look. I went to grab his hand but it seemed to break him completely as he ran off, me following closely behind.

"Michael stop!" I yelled, panting slightly as we neared his house.

"MICHAEL!" I increased my volume. He opened his front door and sprinted in, slamming it before I could get in.

I banged on the door. "What's wrong?!"

I just heard the door lock and then I remembered his window. I let my long legs carry me back into my house and I bounded up the stairs to my room. I quickly crossed the gap in between our windows but it was shut just as I reached it.

The boy was pale white with what seemed like fear.

"Please let me in." I cried.

He shook his head silently as he shut the curtains on me. I walked back to my room and collapsed on the floor, why did everything have to get ruined?

MICHAEL:

I sat against the wall with my knees pulled up to my chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

Thank god my mother was at work. Because I'd hate for her to know I'd had a breakdown like this.

I didn't know what to do when I basically watched Luke sniffing a white powder from the table. It brought back too many memories, too many late nights, too many occasions where I was too high to care. Where I was so unaware of all the problems I was causing each time I was trying to solve them.

My hands were shaking and I had no choice- I was going to relapse. It was just a matter of choosing what. What would do less damage? It was the drugs in my wardrobe or...

I sat on the bathroom floor, hiccupping every now and then as the scarlet liquid trickled down my arm. I felt like I had been controlled by something or someone that wasn't me to do it.

I also felt stupid because I knew Luke would see, and I knew he would ask questions.

But I didn't want questions, despite what people say about it just being so that someone would ask if they were okay. I didn't do it for that, I did it because it helped me personally. I just wanted people to ignore it and not treat me any differently. But that never happened.

And I knew Luke would not leave me alone, so I didn't let him in at all.

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