Luke Therapy • muke

Fifteen

WHORE - IN THIS MOMENT
[A/N: fucking listen to the song it is beautiful. I hate Michael Clifford. *michael voice* not really.]

Luke was never one to do something 'romantic' or sentimental.

He was one to just throw his love at you. Or his hate.

But he felt the need to make it up to Michael.

To make the 17 year old forgive him.

So he sat inside a tattoo parlour as a man with pink hair and buff arms scratch against his skin.

Luke winced every now and then, not used to feeling pain on the side of his wrist.

Michael however knew the feeling too well.

The black haired boy was sitting on his bed, fiddling with his small soft toys.

"Hello Mr. daniel." He mumbled, moving a penguins flipper into a salute.

"G'morning Mr. Peng." He said, putting on a deeper voice as he made the small lion wave.

Michael felt as if he and Luke were just soft toys, being controlled by a four year olds hands.

A very evil four year old.

So far they've kissed, became close, been torn apart by society, only to be soon brought back together again.

But they didn't know when that was going to happen.

They were just being controlled by a toddlers actions.

Except there was no toddler.

Only their destructive selves.

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Luke winced as the bandage around his freshly wounded wrist shifted.

He had no idea why Michael would put himself through pain like this.

Luke sifted through his pockets, finding his keys and shoving them into the house lock.

He opened the door, walking into the house before throwing his keys onto the benchtop.

"Michael?" He called out.

No answer.

"Mike?" He asked again, a little louder this time.

Luke started to worry.

He thought of the worst and ran into the boys room only to find the boy sleeping on his bed, cuddled in between his pillows and soft toys.

A sigh of relief left his lips when seeing the boy sleeping.

At least nothing bad happened.

Luke shuffled into the bed, sitting up next to the sleeping Michael.

"Hey Mikey." He spoke softly. "I really am sorry. I really really am."

He leant down, placing a small kiss on the other boys forehead.

Luke laid down, pulling the sheets over the two of them.

The blonde boy wrapped his arms around Michael, cuddling him into his chest.

The sleeping boy smiled.

Luke's wings started to heal.

[A/N: this story is fun to write omg. Yo go check out my new story Car Radio.

Yes it is a TØP song bc i'm trash. Leave me alone.]