Abandonment

2: roommates

Luke

"What were you singing?" I asked as I drove.

"Adam's Song," he mumbled.

"Who wrote that?"

"Blink-182." He yawned, snuggling into the fur-lined coat. "Coat fuzzy. Michael like."

I chuckled softly at the blonde boy in my passenger seat, smiling as we pulled into the driveway of my shared home. I share a home with my two best friends.

"How long were you at the park?" I asked.

"Day."

"All day?"

He nodded and I let him inside the house. He looked around cautiously.

"I won't hurt you Michael," I whispered.

"Others hurt Michael. Want see?"

"Yes. Is it bad?" I asked, closing the door. He took off the jacket and his sweater. His pale skin was covered in small scratches, scrapes and bruises. "Michael what happened?" I asked, walking closer and carefully examining the wound on his neck.

"M-Michael love boy... Wrong... Michael bad," He whispered.

"No Michael, it's okay. What they did was wrong." I took his sweater and put it in the washer before getting bandages to care for his wounds.

"Cozy! Where Cozy?!" he shouted.

"Shh. Shh. It's okay. I put in the wash. I'll get you a sweatshirt to war okay?"

"O-Okay," He sat on the blanket I spread out on the floor so I wouldn't get medicine on the floor or anything.

Michael

"Luke?" Called out someone I didn't know. A tan boy walked down the stairs and I got scared.

I stayed silent as he walked into the kitchen. He was wearing a white hoodie that had a tiny, pink heart on it, sweatpants and socks. He had a black beanie on as well.

He poured himself a glass of water, yawning and rubbing his eyes. It was apparently late at night.

I tried pulling the blanket around me, as I was  freezing.

"Hey there," Whispered the tan boy, sitting his glass of water on a table and knelt in front of me. "Are you cold?" He smiled.

I nodded, hiding myself with the blanket.

He took of his white sweatshirt and gave it to me. He had a long-sleeved, black shirt on.

I quickly pulled the hoodie on, leaving the hood up. I snuggled it's warmth. "Thank," I squeaked.

"I got you a sw- oh. Calum. Meet Michael. Michael this is Calum," said Luke.

Luke

"Luke."

"No his name is Calum. Can you say Calum?" I asked. I was honestly starting to wonder how well he could speak.

"C-Cally?"

"N-"

"Awe. Don't correct him, that's adorable," Calum said.

"Cally!" Michael smiled.

I sighed and helped Michael off the floor and onto the couch. Calum and I sat with him as he watch TV.

Michael was laying down, his head in Calum's lap as he watched spongebob.

"Michael sleepy," He yawned.

The front door opened and closed and Calum and I both knew that this wasn't gonna end well.

"Luke, Calum, I'm home from wo-" Ashton froze, dropping his briefcase and staring at Michael. "Calum, What the hell is on your lap?!" Ashton yelled. Michael quickly got off Calum and curled up in the fetal position.

"Ashton calm down, look at what you've done!" I shouted. "Calum, get Michael to bed, I'll explain things to Ashton," I said calmly. I stood up and walked over to where Ashton was.