Dance (muke)

Chapter Eight +Fourth Fact+

READ THE A/N AT THE BOTTOM IM LITERALLY CRYING.

"Im out of facts"

"C'mon Luke" Michael groaned and threw his body on top of Luke's "think of one"

"Im literally out bro." Luke deadpanned.

"Think of one!" Michael yelled and cuddled into Luke's soft sweater.

"Uh. Well. I guess he really likes bands and singing. Alot" Luke shrugged and rubbed Michael's back.

"He really sounds like a loser" Michael said making Luke giggle cause he was just telling Michael facts about himself.

"You're a loser" Luke said and laid down on his back so Michael could lay right on top of him.

"I don't even like dance's" Michael groaned and rested his head near Luke's heart to hear its beat.

"Michael its prom." Luke gasped out and rolled onto the floor making Michael end up under him.

"You have to go!" Luke yelled.

"Im literally gonna be alone. I dont have a date" Michael grumbled and pouted.

"Maybe you'll find somebody cute that'll dance with you" Luke said excitedly.

"Doubt it" Michael said with the same pout on his baby face.

"Dont pout" Luke said and poked Michael's bottom lip till he was smiling and laughing.

It was quiet for awhile, while they both stared at each other. Michael loved Luke's pretty blue eyes and soft pale skin. He liked the soft extra skin he had on his hips. He liked his small nose and fluffy blonde hair. Michael just liked Luke.

Luke liked Michael's pudgey stomach and tattoos. He liked Michael's fluffy dyed hair and tiny little hands. He liked the way his nose scrunched up when he laughed too much or how he wore leather jacket cause he needed to keep up his 'punk' look. He just liked Michael.

Luke stared at Michael's bare upper body and inspected every tattoo marking his body.

"What's that one about?" Luke said and pointed to the rectangle on his upper arm.

"The 1975" Michael said while staring at the tattoo too.

"And that one?" Luke said and pointed at the words 'you're all ive got left of me' on his ribs.

"Uh. Personal." Michael mumbled. Luke only nodded and looked at all the tattoos littering his upper body.

"This one?" Luke asked and pointed at his bicep where a smiley face with x's for eyes was.

"Calum did it. I lost a bet and let him tattoo me." Michael said smiling at the memory. "It was my first tattoo" Michael admitted.

"Your first tattoo was from Calum? Wow" Luke said and traced the giant leafless tree that covered the whole right side of Michael's stomach and ribs.

"Yeah. It's pretty stupid but, eh. He's my bestfriend." Calum said and smiled. Luke's eyes landed on the small broken heart on his hip, hidden in the trunk of the tree.

"This one?" Luke asked with wide doe eyes.

"It's just a broken heart" Michael lied and shrugged.

"What's it for?" Luke asked again.

"Nothing really. I just thought it was cool." Michael lied again.

"We should get matching tattoos. For my first one. You and me." Luke said while tracing Michael's bubble lettered 'you cant stop me' tattoo.

The next few hours were spent trying to think of what kind of tattoo they could do for them and a little bit of cuddling till Mrs.Clifford came home.

"How was your day at home boys?" She asked when seeing the boys cuddled up together on the couch.

"It was good. We made pancakes and ate pizza all day. The usual." Michael said plainly while leaving out the 'we also dry humped each other' part.

"That's good boys. Im glad you had a nice day, and Luke? Will you be staying with us till your dad gets back?" Mrs. Clifford asked.

"Yes Ma'am if thats ok with you." Luke said politely wanting to stay on Mrs.Cliffords good side.

She only smiled big and nodded before shooing them away so she could start cooking dinner.

"I still think she hates me." In reality Mrs.Clifford loved Luke. She liked the way Michael was when he was around Luke. He was happy and giggly and she knew theu were gonna get together one day.

"She doesn't hate you Luke" Michael groaned out. Luke always thought everyone hated him. He always wanted everyone top lobe him it at least like him a bit.

"Yes she does! I swear!" Luke said in a high pitched voice.

"No she doesnt. Now shut up and play fifa with me." Michael threw the controller at Luke and pressed play.

"Whatever. You're just mad cause I wouldn't suck your dick."

"No no. You're just mad cause i wouldn't let you put your dick in my ass this morning" Michael said with a confident smirk.

"Michael!" Luke squeaked and pushed him off of his bed. Michael was in a fit of giggles on the floor while Luke was blushing of embarrassment.

"You said you wouldn't bring that up" Luke groaned.

"I lied obviously" Michael rolled his eyes before continuing to laugh.

"Asshole."

"Soggy Tablecloth"

"Shady blanket."

"Burned Potato"

"Assbutt"

"DON'T ASSBUTT ME MISTER."

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TURTLES. I GOT INTO SABRE TEAM OMFG!!!!! ITS FUCKING AMAZING AND COOL. ALSO IF YOU DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS ILL LIKE....WE PLAY WITH SWORDS.

-REILY