calypso/muke

13//alone together

a/n please remember while reading this that i am a michael girl and i love him. the character that he is based off of isn't "very attractive" in the character that luke portrays eyes at first, and without this plot point the whole story would be different

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ogygia, 2015

Luke stood up when he heard the loud crash, the sound of splitting wood filling his ears.

What could that possibly be from? His dining table? He ran to the other side of the island to check.

Every night he ate on one side of a long wooden table, it was just what the gods had provided him with. It was awfully depressing, but Luke didn't mind.

Hopefully the new visitor was everything Luke wanted and more. Maybe this one would not have a girl friend that they wanted to go back to, and just play pretend with Luke. Maybe this one would stay with him forever and ever.

When he reached the shore, Luke found his precious table in shambles. in all the rubble there was a mess of green hair. Luke was appalled! How can one have green hair?

Then the visitor stood up, and he was not like Calum or Ashton. He wasn't heroic and fit. He had neon green hair, and was wearing strange blue pants and an odd shirt.

"What are you doing!" Luke was enraged, "You broke my dining table!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said sarcastically. "I just fell out of the sky! I practically burst into flames halfway down, crash-landed and barely survived. But by all means - let's talk about your dining table! Also, who puts a table in the middle of the beach where people can crash into it?"

Luke did not like this visitor one bit. Why did the gods do this to him? Luke's mind was spinning, whirling out of control.

He ignored the green-haired green-eyes visitor and tilted his blonde head up to the sky, cursing the gods. "REALLY? You want to make my curse even worse? Zeus! Hephaestus! Hermes! Have you no shame?"

Luke couldn't stop yelling, "Is it not bad enough that I am exiled? Is it not bad enough that you take away the few good people I'm allowed to meet? You think it's funny to send me this - this charbroiled runt of a boy to ruin my tranquility? This is NOT FUNNY! Take him back!"

He heard the boy awkwardly cough behind him, "Hey sunshine I'm right here, you know."

Sunshine? This annoying boy was just trying to push all of Luke's buttons it seemed.

"Do not call me Sunshine!" Luke growled, "Now, Stand and come with me now so I can get you off my island!"

"Since you asked so nicely," The visitor scoffed, making Luke gasp.

"This was a pristine island! And you ruined it!"

"Yeah, my bad," the boy grumbled. "I should have crashed on one of the other islands. Oh, wait - there aren't any!"

Luke grabbed the boys hand and dragged him to the shoreline, the crystal water nipping his toes. Luke's heart was hyperventilating with anger, his heart was like a stallion.

"What is your name?" Luke asked.

"Michael Clifford."

"All-right, just say I Michael Clifford , would like to leave Ogygia and a magic raft will whisk you away."

"I Michael Clifford would like to leave- whatever you just said," Michael struggled to pronounce the name of Luke's magic island.

" Oh-gee-gee-ah," Luke said, emphasizing each syllable slowly, so the other boys incredibly thick head could understand.

"I want to leave Oh-gee-gee-ah."

He was truly and idiot, but these words calmed Luke, the green haired boy would be gone soon, "Good. In a moment, a magical raft will appear. It will take you wherever you want to go."

"Who are you?" Michael asked quietly, but loud enough for both of them to hear.

Luke hesitated before answering, he didn't quite know what to say, "It does not matter. You are obviously a mistake."

Hurt flashed through emerald eyes, but it quickly turned into a regular gaze. It was very apparent he had been told this before, and the boy had some inferiority issues. Luke wished he could take his words back.

Luke looked at the shoreline impatiently, waiting for the raft to appear and whisk Michael away. It didn't show.

"Any moment now," Luke said.

Still no raft.

"Maybe it got stuck in traffic," the boy suggested.

"This is wrong. This is completely wrong!"

"So . . . plan B?" the boy offered, 'You got a phone, or - "

Luke yelled in exasperation, and stormed to his garden. He needed to take his mind off of the fact that the troubled soul and the boy who was young forever were stuck alone together.