Fierce Kitten (Muke)

5. Oh, Oh, Oh, How Was I Supposed to Know?

・• Damned If I Do Ya (Damned If I Don't)•・

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Luke's eyes fluttered open revealing a deep and gentile blue. Michael gasped as Luke blinked a couple of times before attempting to sit up. He winced as Michael took it upon himself to guide him into a sitting position.

Luke turned around slightly to look at Michael. He was startled by how green Michael's eyes were. He swallowed and coughed, his throat was dry.

The nurse came sprinting out of her room. Luke didn't actually pay attention to her. He was too busy staring at Michael.

He could see the light blonde stubble that lined Michael's jaw. He could see the bite marks on Michaels raw dark pink lips. He was tracing the slope of Michaels nose when the nurse yanked him up by the elbow.

Luke stumbled forward then staggered back. His vision went black again. Michael rushed to grab a hold of Luke before his body collided with the floor again. The nurse sheepishly shook her head.

Michael glared at her. He had Luke uncomfortably laying in his arms. Luke's head lulled on the crook of Michael's elbow while Michael struggled to support Luke's entire weight with his other arm.

He moved his arm from Luke's upper back to his knees. He then picked Luke up with barely any force exerted. Luke was surprisingly light.

Michael carried him to the nurses office. He laid him down on the bed adjacent to the one he was previously laying on.

Looking back on his actions Michael regretted his violent outburst, but not enough to admit it out loud. He had come to that conclusion while watching Luke's chest rise and fall.

He knew that if he looked any where else he'd see bruises, scrapes, cuts, blood, and rips in Luke's clothes. And Michael honestly felt bad, he honestly felt guilty.

Soon Luke opened his eyes again (thankfully). Michael grinned at him relieved and a confused expression took over his features as he tried to sit up. His head was killing him. He groaned as the room spined and laid back down.

Michael knew Luke probably had a concussion and decided he should take Luke to the emergency room. But when Michael voiced his opinion, Luke shot up and narrowed his eyes at him.
Michael was taken aback by how roughly Luke had responded.

"No, fucking way in hell," Luke spat, as he felt bile rise into his throat.

"Dude, you've fainted twice," Michael stated deadpan and emotionally drained.

Michael just huffed and sat down on the bed. He was frustrated and annoyed. He just needed to forget about Luke. He just needed to get on with the day.

He was eventually cleared to leave and as he walked through the doorway, he paused momentarily directly beneath the archway. He could feel Luke's gaze concentrated on the back of his head.

Michaels cheeks turned a rosy red as he continued on his way to his car. The nurse gave him a pass to leave campus early. It was noon when Michael found himself in his car with Ashton yelling at him.

"He could've really hurt you!" Ashton yelled frustrated at Michaels recklessness.

"I'm fine though," Michael lied through gritted teeth.

"Whatever," Ashton huffed, "lets go to."

Michaels eyebrows shot up almost becoming completely obscured by his cherry red fringe. Ashton waved his hand. Michael sighed and reversed out of the parking space and drive off campus.

With the windows down, All Time Low's The Girl's A Straight Up Hustler playing through the speakers, and Ashton beside him humming along, Michael felt more alive than he had in a while. He felt like he could do anything.

The autumn air made him tremble but he ignored that and just relished in the moment. He lived for moments like these. As they cleared street after street and  sang along to old All Time Low Songs.

They reached Michaels house and like always the driveway was empty except for his car. Michael stayed seated not moving his hands from the steering wheel, the car still on. Ashton stayed silent as Michael stared off at the white garage door.

Eventually Michael turned off his car and got out. He walked towards the house, Ashton hot on his heels. He unlocked the door and stepped through the threshold.

Ashton thought that it was strange that pictures didn't line the walls. That the hardwood floors seemed unused. That the kitchen looked overly sterile. The house didn't looked lived in. The house wasn't a home.

Ashton felt pain spread through his heart. He wondered what it felt like. He wouldn't know. His home was his mother and father and sister and brother. And Michael didn't seem like he had a home.

Michael walked to his room as Ashton lagged behind him. When Ashton went into Michael's room it wasn't what he expected. Everything was thrown all over the place.

Ashton scrunched up his nose. The room smelled like stale pizza and tropical fabreeze. He took a better look around noticing that the black curtains were drawn.

Michael's bed was in the far left corner. The sheets were black and the comforter a blood red. Across from the bed there was a large flat screen tv mounted to the cream colored wall. And Ashton assumed that under a pile of shirts and pants and socks and shoes next to Michael's bed was a desk.

The floor was hardwood with a black fuzzy carpet at the foot of Michael's bed. All the way to the far right was a huge walk in closet.

Ashton sighed and sat on Michael's bed. He watched silently as Michael paced back and forth limping slightly.
Michael wished he could say what was on his mind, but his thoughts seemed so private all of a sudden.

Usually he wouldn't mind telling people what was on his mind but he felt so distraught. His thoughts felt unorganized and heavy. He couldn't articulate how he felt.

Eventually Michael gave up and sat down next to Ashton on his bed. Ashton just wrapped his right arm around Michael's shoulders. They spent the rest of the night watching netflix.

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The weeks passed and Michael hadn't seen much of Luke, and people still didn't seem to take him seriously. Everyone fawned over how cute he was with his red hair and stubbly chin.

Michael had pretty much given up on his efforts to stop everyone from calling him "kitten". On a brighter note Michael seemed to be popular, even gaining a spot as goalie on the soccer team.

Things seemed to be settling down, yet Michael couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of a shitstorm.

(A/N)

Hey, guys! I'm sorry this is a day late but I'm stressed because of school. Anyways here's the up date lol.

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-Michelle