Addiction // Muke

Addiction | I'll be your nictonie

If you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones

'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs

Setting fire to our insides for fun

Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
The lovers that went wrong.

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Luke woke up in an unfamiliar room, a warm grey duvet wrapped around his body. The blonde timidly lifted his fragile body up, taking in his surroundings. He turned his head to the left, the sun temporarily blinding his vision. He instantly shot hit head down once hearing a quite mumble of groans. The blonde jumped in fright realising a bright red head boy next to him, cuddled up to his pillow. He let his eyes gaze Michael, no longer shocked remembering that Michael had let Luke stay the night after their night adventure. His bright blue eyes roamed the boys features, when asleep he didn't seem so rough just a little torn on his beautiful edges.

"Morning" Luke heard a voice grumble, his voice so husky. He jumped in fright by the sudden noise.

Luke cowered away from his older neighbour. "Uh good morning.."

"Why you so jumpy" Michael questioned the blonde, leaning his back against the backboard of the bed. He rubbed his pale hands over his face, rubbing his pretty green eyes in process.

"Never woken up in some guys bed" Luke chucked, shaking his head at thought.

"Seriously?" The red head snorted. "You've never slept in the same bed with your best friend?"

Luke shrugged, biting his lip. He didn't have any friends let alone a best friend. He'd never experienced a high school party, or a sleep over with his best mates. Sure he'd be invited to children's birthdays parties back in primary school, but that was because his whole class would be invited. "I-I don't have any friends" Luke shrugged, running his fingers through his blonde hair.

Michael laughed, bumping his shoulder against the blondes. "Very funny blonde."

"What?" Luke whispered, raising an eyebrow at the elder boy.

"Wait you're being serious?"

"Yes, I don't have any friends.. Happy?"

Michael furrowed his eyebrows, pursuing his lips. "Wow, am I not your friend? Me, Michael Clifford doesn't get to be fortunate enough to be friends with the one and only Lucas Hemmings.. Ouch, my heart!" Michael cried, playing out a dramatic scene.

The blonde smile grew wider and wider. No one ever wanted to be friends with Luke. He couldn't help but smile at the thought. "Shut up" Luke laughed, shaking his head fondly.

"I'm your friend, ok, don't forget that."

"Well you'd be the first" Luke smiled, a small dimple appearing in his left cheek.

Michael was utterly confused to why Luke didn't have any friends? Someone as gorgeous, kind, and innocent as well Luke didn't have friends? Why? It made the red head bewildered. The elder went to question his neighbour until Luke quickly cut him off. "Shit, fuck, I'm so dead."

Luke tumbled out of cosy bed, brushing down the track pants Michael had lended him. "I gotta go! She's gonna be so worried, and then she's going to kill me, and then you, and then me again, and then maybe my brothers because why not?" Luke rambled on, slipping on his shoes.

Michael continued to chuckle at the frantic blonde. "Calm down, babe, God I'm sure you'll be fine." Luke, blushed at the sudden pet name but began to trip over his feet.

"You don't know, Liz." Luke dead panned Michael, a smile still formed on his face because of his friend.

"Thanks for everything Mikey! It was real fun, bye." Luke waved, showing of his sweet smile before slipping out the window and onto the roof. Michael smiled at the nickname, sure others called him 'Mikey' but it just sounded so warm from his neighbour.

Once Luke left the red head collapsed back onto his bed full of fuzzy blankets and sheets. He buried his head into feather filled pillow, and fell back into a light slumber lacking the warmth of his pretty neighbour.

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Michael woke up a few hours later, confused to how it was already noon he could swear it was only morning five minutes ago. The elder boy shrugged, forcing his body out of bed, his feet instantly hitting the cold floor, shivers tingling through his legs. Michael threw a hoddie over the top of his pale, lanky body. The red head stuffed his cold hands into the warm, soft pockets. His hands grasping onto a small cupboard box. Soon relaxing it was a carton of smokes. The elder pulled out a cigarette, twirling in between his fingers. His body aching for it to be lit, it was like an itch he couldn't scratch, driving him crazy.

Luke didn't have to know, and it was only one simple smoke, it wouldn't hurt. Michael shrugged, placing the cigarette in between his lips and crawling out onto his rooftop. His father would kill him, if he would dare smoke inside.

He pulled out the lighter, quickly lightning the smoke and letting the deathly toxins fill his lungs. A smile formed on Michael's lips, his body slumped relaxing into his addiction. A slither of guilt filled his mind but he couldn't help it, he needed it.

"Y'know a deal usually has two or more people involved in it" a voice stated, causing Michael to jump wide eyed. 

"Fuck" Michael whispered. Honestly Mike's timing couldn't be worse, he probably should've checked if the blonde was in his room. "It's only one smoke, Luke" Michael replied, quickly taking one last drag before putting the smoke out.

"Ok, so can I burn my wrists.. Cause it's only once" Luke questioned, an obvious angered tone but it still filled with concern and worry. He knew Luke was only trying to care, but it was one cigarette, it wouldn't kill him.

"That's completely different" Michael scoffed, shaking his head at the blonde.

"Uh huh, I see, please in lighten me on how it is different" Luke spoke in an almost sarcastic manner.

"Well.. Burning your wrist-or-body is just dangerous and could really harm you, Luke. I'm addicted to smoking, addicted! I can't just over-come it. It was one smoke not a whole carton and it's the only smoke I've had since we made the bet."

Luke raised an eyebrow, a smug expression plastered to his expression. "So smoking does no damage?" He asked sarcastically. Michael went to speak, before Luke continued. "I get it, it is hard to over-come, I didn't expect you not to have one to be honest. But mine is an addiction too Mike! I wanna bring a lighter to my skin everyday, but I'm trying so hard not to. It's the same, no matter what way you look at it.. Just because smoking doesn't show damage from the outside and is socially acceptable doesn't make it any different from my addiction. Just tell me next time and I'll try help you, I'll be your nicotine."

What a cliche thing to say smh.

Wow I really don't like this chapter.

Fuck, I've been terrible at updating this! I'm so sorry, Its gonna get so much better I promise! I'll update more frequent just been so caught up in school work, and other shit.

Sorry if it was shit! I wrote it late at night and I've had really bad writes block but I've been needing to update.

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