Drawings || muke (DISCONTINUED)

Part 7

Buzzing came from my phone as I groaned and sat up. I ran a hand through my messy, tangled hair. Time for the worst hours of my life.

My phone was vibrating constantly. I quickly glanced at my phone.

22 new texts messages

My eyes widened as I saw that all were from Michael. I quickly looked through my contacts and clicked on Mikey.

"Oh my god Luke!"

"Are you okay?"

I could hear sniffles from the other line. He didn't seem okay.

"I got so worried. You didn't call me back and I assumed something had happened."

"I'm coming over."

I checked my phone and saw that I had thirty minutes till I had to walk to school. After a couple minutes of getting dressed then aimlessly walking throughout the streets of New York, I remembered I don't even know his address.

I quickly texted him and he replied almost immediately.  I soon realized his house is only a couple of blocks away.

*

I knocked on the door as a crying Michael opened the door. I stepped inside and hugged him. He sighed and hugged back. We walked to the living room but not before he kicked the door closed. We sat on his tiny, red couch.

"I thought something happened to you, y'know?"

"I'm so sorry Michael, but I'm here now."

I hugged him for the second time today and made sure to keep time. He pulled away from the hug and stared into my eyes.

His green eyes were capturing my heart more and more every second. Suddenly, his green eyes came closer to my face. His pink lips brushed over mine, and the slightest movement could connect us.

He slowly filled the small gap between us and my head tilted to the right. I had kissed someone before of course, but it was in second grade when this girl wouldn't stop obsessing over me. Eventually, she kissed me without me expecting it.

Sooner or later, the small kiss had turned into a make out session. I honestly didn't know if I was doing anything right and I was hoping, praying even, that I was coming off even a little experienced.

He pulled me onto his lap and kept his right hand playing with the hair on my neck. He fingertips worked in circles and soon I needed to leave. As I sat perched on his lap, I drew shapes on his chest.

After everything, I had remembered Dan but, I didn't want to spoil the moment so I didn't bring it up.

We walked to school with our hands in our pockets, not daring to speak about what happened.

I, knowing I was gay, had no problem with this occurrence. However, I had only ever seen Michael with girls and I didn't know how comfortable he was with this situation.

I bumped shoulders with him as he seemed in deep thought. He smiled at me and brought my hand into his pocket.

Today was an awfully cold day and Michael wanted to hold hands but it was far to cold for us to have our hands exposed. He held my hand in his inside his light blue jean jacket. My hand was warm and I had a tingly feeling all over.

I pulled my phone out and texted Calum.

To Calum- I'll pay you twenty bucks to finish the project

From Calum- you've got yourself a deal mr. Hemmings

As soon as we saw some other kids from our school, Michael let go of my hand.  It was almost as if he was embarrassed or didn't want the word to get back to Dan.

We parted ways and I found my friend Terrence.  He walked with me to first period.

*

Ninth period had rolled around and about ten minutes before it ended, Michael texted me.

Meet me behind the school x

I nodded even though he couldn't see me. I was wearing my red one direction shirt with a red and blue flannel.

I tapped my pencil on the desk for five minutes before sighing.  Dan could be a friend, but I don't even know if Michael likes boys. I didn't want to come in between Michael and Dans relationship, if they even have one, and I certainly didn't want to put him in an uncomfortable situation.

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This chapter was crap
and I double updated bc it's
Saturday
ok ok
bye