we don't care [muke af]

seven

seven

Luke sat in Michael's classroom, his feet kicking back and forth off a desk. He looked down at his Converse, seeing his shoe laces untied. He didn't bother tying them, not having enough energy to bend down and try.

It's been four days since the test, and Luke is pretending it didn't happen. He's pretending it's all a dream—a nightmare—and he'll just wake up soon. But, it's not. It's real.

"Oh, hey, Babe." Michael walked in, flipping on the extra pair of lights. "Did we have a tutoring session today?" He closed his door, clicking the handle locked and shutting the blinds.

"No," he sighed, "Just needed to see you."

Mike placed the folder from his meeting on top of his desk before turning to Luke with a happy smile. Michael had a great smile, it filled up any sad room with rays of sunshine. "How're you doing? Happy for the weekend?" He took a step forward, placing his body between Luke's feet, causing him to stretch out his legs.

Luke looked down at their bodies, not sure how to even start the conversation. "Yeah," he responded, "Glad to sleep in."
Mike placed his hands on either side of Luke, leaning in to kiss Luke's nose. "Do you wanna come over later?"

He shook his head, "I just, I don't know.'

"What's wrong?"

Luke shrugged his shoulders and held his tongue.

"Come on, talk to me, Princess." Michael stood up, putting his hands on Luke's thighs. His warm fingers ran up and down the jean-clad skin, applying pressure here and there to comfort the younger boy.

"I can't," he squeaked as he, once again, began to cry. His bottom lip quivered and Michael watched as his eyes turned glassy. "I can't do this."
"Do what? Us?"

Luke shook his head again and took a deep inhale. "Michael, I'm pregnant."

It was like in the movies, where a close up would zoom in on Mike's face slowly falling. Luke could see every muscle in the brunette boy's face start to fall as his breath stopped, his mouth lay open.

"What?"

Luke truly started to cry—tears free falling from his eyes and rolling down his cheeks—as he nodded his head.

"Oh, God." Michael's eyebrows were furrowed as he stared at Luke, waiting for him to crack a laugh and tell him it was all a joke or something.

Michael's presence was usually so comforting to Luke, but it just felt wrong at that moment. Everything felt wrong at the moment.

"It's—It's mine?"

"Of course, you fucking twat." Luke bent over, putting his head in his hands.

Michael took a step back, his knees buckling as he leant against the wall. He slid down the white brick until he finally fell to the floor. He put his hands in his hair and dragged his fingers down to rub at his unshaven jaw. "Okay," he said, trying to steady his breathing once more, "Okay, it's okay, Luke. Please, stop crying." Mike knew if he had to watch his lover cry for even a second more, that he, too, would break out into tears.

"What're we going to do?" His voice quavered.

Mike bit down on his lip as his eyes fell to the floor, trying to think of an answer. "I'm not sure, Luke."

"I'm sorry."

"Not your fault." Michael looked up at Luke, their confused eyes meeting. Mike patted his lap and held out his hands, inviting Luke close.

Luke slid off the desk, taking a step before falling to Michael's arms. Luke sat in between Michael's legs, his head leaning on Mike's broad shoulders. He shook with fear of the future as silent tears couldn't be stopped from rolling down his face.

Mike held him close, his arms wrapped tight around the small boy's body. They stayed quiet, not sure what to say.

"Do you think you want to keep it?" Michael asked quietly.

Luke shrugged his shoulders once more. He kept his eyes open, staring at nothing.

"I think I want you to keep it, but, it's your body. This is a you decision." Michael pushed him back, forcing him to sit up and look at Mike. "Look, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If you don't want children, then we should get rid of it, yeah?"

Luke didn't know how to react. He didn't know if he should cry, if he should agree. "Mikey, what do you want?"

"I don't know, I've had, like, two and a half minutes to think about this." He was stuck in his head, his mind running free.

Luke stood up, prying himself from Michael's arms. He grabbed his bag from the floor, straightening out his tee shirt. "I need some time alone."