something like love // muke au

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luke //

luke saw calum's eyes fill with a mixture between sadness and anger. "why would you ever want to quit this band? we're working on our fifth album for god's sake! you can't just say you quit, you've been in this band for SEVEN years" calum shouted.

luke was done with this band after seven years, he was done with the touring, the screaming fans, the countless hours in studio's. he just felt empty. luke always said he would stay with the band till he died, but god he wanted a change.

"i do what i want" luke glared at calum, his eyes not showing any emotion, his lips in a small smirk. "don't, don't say it" calum sighed, pulling his hand through his hair.
luke wouldn't say it, he walked straight through the door and left their appartment. luke rushed out of the appartment complex, not knowing where to go.

at some point luke had been living his teenage dream, world famous, screaming fans everywhere and performing around the world. but when the years added he started to realise he couldn't just tour for the rest of his life, he couldn't live of caffeine for the rest of his life. he couldn't spend 2/3 of a year touring and then having 4 months to get rest and do the same thing over again. his bandmates maybe could but he couldn't. he had enough money for the rest of his life anyway.

of course, luke loved performing with whole his heart, he loved picking up his favourite guitar, his black and white electric guitar, god he loved that guitar, he loved grabbing that mic and making all the girls squeal. he loved it when their fans would sing back the lyrics. he loved it when he could run around on the stage with his best friends.
but he was sick of it. he couldn't do it anymore.

the moment luke stopped living his teenage dream, michaels started.

michael //

michael had never ever in his life been this nervous before, his hands were shaking as he watched the people watch the different paintings on the wall at his first gallery. he saw the eyes of the visitors scan his paintings.
michael loved painting, he loved forgetting his surroundings for hours and hours lost in colour schemes and paint brushes, different kind of canvases and papers, he loved to paint people or landscapes or buildings, michael simply loved art.

"hey mike, how's it going?" ashton, michaels roommate asked. michael didn't know how it was going, he didn't know what he was supposed to expect from all this. "yeah, good i guess, i mean what actually happens at galleries?" michael looked up at the curly haired boy to meet his hazel eyes who where filled with happiness.
ashton smiled "well, my dear friend, people ask what your art means, tell you how much they want to give for one of your masterpieces and if they don't buy anything i will buy some" michael laughed at ashton's laugh.

he felt good around ashton, ashton didn't mind that michaels hands made everything filthy after he had worked on something for the whole day, or that he had to sleep with the lights on because michael was still painting at 3am.

"hey i'm glad you wanted to help me with this buddy" michael said, swinging his arm around ashtons shoulder, he really appriciated ashton's help, michael didn't have much other friends and his parents lived too far away.
at the end of the night michael sold 4 paintings, ashton bought 2 of them.

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okay so this is the first chapter :-) i hope you like it!! its basically just an introduction to lukes life and michaels life. the chapters will most likely become longer after this.