You & I~Muke

-Michael-

My legs hang off the edge of the small cliff and I look out to the blue sea.

I take another swig from the beer, and cringe before thinking how much the sea reminds me of Luke's eyes. I smile as I feel the horrible liquid burn my throat.

I like Luke. He's nice. He's different, and as I turn my head round to the cracking twig, I see he's here.

His eyes open as if he's surprised to see me here, and I'm sure he sees the same from me.

He soon gets over it and stumbles over to me. He's drunk. Really drunk. I look to the slight drop and get to my feet, not the slightest bit tipsy. I've only had a few sips, I actually can't stand beer.

I grab his arm and he looks at me weirdly, but then smiles. I smile back as I settle him down onto the grassy floor, plopping down next to him.

We sit in silence for what must be ten minutes.

And then I turn to Luke, the setting sun bouncing on to his perfectly coloured skin, inflaming his gorgeously blue eyes, only to see the tears tumbling down his cheeks.

And I'm almost one hundred percent sure I feel my heart snap in two.

Without hesitation, I pull him into me. My arm around his shoulder and his head on my shoulder, his sadness dampening my shirt as he sniffles, trying to keep his dignity.

I run my shaky hands in circles on his back.

I think back to the first day I met him, only two days ago, and I think how he kissed my head and cuddled me after the whole Noah thing. And I do it to Luke, I place my lips on the top of his head and I feel him stop, just for a moment, but then he only smiles.

"I hate being popular, I hate them, all of them, not Cal and Ash though, t-they're o-okay," he cries, and I just continue to soothe him.

"t-they're n-not here now t-though, f-f-forget them, y-you've g-got me," I say, taking in brief breaths as I try to hold back my own tears.

"I have," he laughs. "And you've got me," he says, and then he moves his head to lie in my lap and then I can't stop the tears from spilling.

"Hey, why are you crying?" he asks, his voice slurred but still concerned, and he pouts his bottom lip and tries to catch my tear as it falls. He looks like an adorable five year old and it makes me smile sadly.

"w-why d-did you i-ignore me?" I cry, pulling my sleeves down further only to wipe away my cowardice.

I sound pathetic and I know it. But somehow I don't seem to care.

Suddenly Luke's face is serious and it's like he's sober.

"I'm sorry, Michael, I just... I didn't want to hurt you," he stops, biting the inside of his cheek visibly.

"w-what?" I ask, the tears drying.

"P-people get close to me, and then I hurt them... I don't mean to. I never mean too, I'm just a mess, and I suck and I just... I didn't want to hurt you, I would hate that," he cries. I get my thumb and wipe under his eyes.

"I-It's okay, I g-get it, t-try relax," I say, and I feel as his body eases and I begin to run my fingers through his soft, blond hair.

I've always wanted to do this, just once, and as I watch his eyes flutter shut, and his hair is just so damn soft, I can't find myself to be disappointed.

He's so pretty.

"What?" he asks, his voice sleepy. Shit. I said that out loud.

Oops.

"N-nothing, just close your e-eyes," I command and he does so, but I can't help the blush from reaching my cheeks, I'm so stupid.

When my legs become slightly dead, I fidget, only a little, but he opens his eyes.

And then he smiles, this stupid smile, but it's the best smile.

"Kitten," he mumbles, and I furrow my eyebrows.

"Huh?" I ask, fiddling with his hair a little more.

"Kitten, you look like a kitten. I'm going to call you kitten,"

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i dont even know what this was i'm sorry haha

anyways, i'm too tired to do an a/n i'm sorry, but let me know what you thought :)))xx

probably mistakes aswell ooooopppss