Sweater Paws {michael clifford}{completed}

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(low key i'm cake af)

Story and Luke sat in the chairs that were in a circle. "You know, for all of us to be dying," I started looking to Luke (who was eye humping the tall boy with brown hair and tattoos), "The chairs are very uncomfortable. Don't you agree?" I looked at my bestfriend. He didn't seem to hear me. I hit him in the shoulder with my sweater's sleeve. As it was quite big on me, but I didn't mind. It covered my lack of breasts and my skinniness, from the chemo I'd been through. "What?" He asked, seeming to be free from the hypnotism of the tan boy. "Nothing, I just didn't want you to get caught undressing him in your head. That would be embarrassing." I chuckled, coughing a bit, causing Luke to finally look at me. "Are you alright? In any pain?" His glassy blue eyes looking me up and down for any signs of distress. I rolled my eyes. "I'm fine, Lucas. Shush, your man is about to start talking about how we're all going to a better place." I said sarcastically.