gold

jade

2 months later bc I suck at writing
michael stared at the boring, blank wall in front of him. he's been doing this for the past five hours.
karen, his mother, went on a business trip. she really didn't want to. she wanted to spend time with her broken son and maybe find a way to glue the broken pieces together and make him happy once again. she missed the vibrant colors her son's hair once owned.
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somewhere deep down in michael's heart, he wished he had forgiven luke. he wished he didn't react like this. but...he just couldn't help it. sometimes at night, he would have dreams of the blonde boy ringing his doorbell  with a bouquet of flowers behind his back.
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luke couldn't sleep. it was currently two thirty in the morning. he didn't know what was keeping him up.
maybe the way michael's eyes crinkled whenever he smiled.
or maybe the way he would put his sweater-pawed hands up to cover his mouth whenever he laughed
the way his eyes brightened up at the sight of succulents and ice cream.
the way squeaks (a/n idk of squeaks is the word but) when there were jumpscares during a horror movie.
that one time michael just couldn't stop rambling about how Hawaiian pizza is better than pepperoni (hawaiian pizza is gr8).
his soft, always red lips.
how nice would it be to put his lips against it.
no. luke has a boyfriend.
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next morning
michael didn't sleep at all.
luke didn't sleep at all.
after last night, and all the thoughts that ran through Luke's head. he finally realized he had no true feelings towards calum he thought he had.
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michael wished that luke wouldn't turn up at his door.
he wished he would call him right now.
desperate for conversation.
desperate for love.
just then, like a cliche movie, his phone rang.
lube wankings it read
muchwel's hair turned jade. hope.

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hehe haven't updated in foreverrrr sorry. but thanks so much for reading, ur comments make me smile a lot (my cheeks still hurt I think I pulled a cheek muscle if that's even possible)
I hope you have a nice day :-)