Don't Go [Muke Clemmings]

Chapter Thirty

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So I'm really proud of this fanfic and I promise to update it as often as I can, I'm not totally abandoning it, and I've recently gotten back into writing. Of course, the reason I'm back into writing is because I had an idea for a new sci-fi, "Journey to the Human World" (sucky title ik) so yeah if any of you are interested in another world with intelligent life on the inside of this planet, please read that, and I may dedicate chapters to commenters and voters!

Onto the story:

Michael

It was killing me. Not literally, which was a good thing, but still, it was killing me. I had to know when. He said it wasn't in the next year, so at least that was good news. I'd survive my childhood, unless I died on the day before my 18th birthday, which would really suck, and if I were to die a year and a day from now, Luke should have just told me it was within the next year. I mean, I guess it was good to not be thinking "shit, it's been a year, imma die any second now," but I'd rather that than to be thinking I had a year left and then dropping dead without saying my goodbyes.

Oh yeah, mentioning, I was turning 17 in two days.

I rolled over and looked at the clock on my nightstand. 00:02. Make that one day.

I hadn't told anybody, so I didn't expect that they would know. I hadn't even put it in my diary. I didn't want any reminders that I was getting older.

After a while I fell asleep. I had another dream about Luke that may or may not have been slightly naughty. Waking up, I was blushing like crazy and my morning boner lasted a little longer than usual, but hey, at least these dreams kept my heart up.

Maybe Luke would save my life, just by being so sexy.

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"Michael, would you be alright with walking home by yourself today?" Luke asked as I stepped outside to where he had been waiting to see me.

"Um, sure, why?"

"I have stuff to do." I tried to think of what he might be doing. I know some of you are probably thinking, "You dumb fûck, he's getting you a birthday present," but he didn't know it was my birthday tomorrow. Unless my mum told him, but I made her promise not to tell anyone.

"What stuff?"

"Stuff. It's kinda personal. If you have the right to privacy, so do I."

I see. He was doing this simply to get back at me for asking him not to read my diary. Oh, well, I could deal with it. I wasn't giving up my privacy. I didn't really want him to read what I wrote in there this morning.

Luke

I've heard that if you're listening to music with a strong beat, your heart goes along with it. Is that true? If so, then I should get Michael some music with a fast beat, right? Right. I chose Dirty Work by All Time Low because it was the first album of theirs I could find and I knew it had a few good upbeat songs.

Now what else could I do to make this the second best birthday of his life?

Michael

11/19/15
Evening

Luke had better not be out shopping for presents right now. I mean, it's not like there's a way for him to know, unless he's read this, which he shouldn't have. And if he did, he even more so shouldn't get me a present, because he knows I don't want him to. So Luke, if you're reading this: 1) fuck you, I have a right to privacy, 2) If I see anything with a bow tomorrow, I'm dumping you, and 3) would you be willing to try what was in my entry from earlier today? I mean, I've never thought of it before that dream, but it was pretty arousing and you seemed to like it too, just saying.

Jamie

"Okay, but are you sure he wants presents? He's told me before how scared he was that his birthday was coming up soon, and then he refused to tell me when it was."

"He may not want them now, but if they're good enough, he'll want them later. If he doesn't celebrate because he's afraid of getting older, he'll have wasted time he could have been having fun and he'll still get older."

"That... is a very good point." I walked over to the stuffed animal section and tried to find one that reminded me of Michael. That lion was kinda cute... did he like lions? What type of animals did he like?

I ended up debating over a lion and a giraffe for two solid minutes. Which would he like better? The lion was fluffy and cute, but the giraffe kinda reminded me of Luke.

I ended up deciding on the lion.

Michael

I wished Luke was here. I didn't have anyone to cuddle with, or make out with, or anything. What the hell was he doing?
I borrowed my mum's flip phone to call him. He picked up! "Luke! Um, will you come over later? Once you're done with whatever you're doing? I'm... I'm lonely. And kinda cold."

"Well, I'd tell you to drink hot tea or something but..." There was a knock on the door. I opened it and there he was, smiling at me. "Is it alright if I hang up?" he asked. He was such a smart ass, I loved him.

"Of course. Would you like to also hang out?"

"Yeah, sure. Actually, I'd like to change those hangs to makes. I'd like to apologize for leaving you alone, and I'd also like to kiss you. And do some other things to you."

"Shush, my mum's home! She'll hear you," I whispered, blushing.

"Then I'll try not to moan too much."

(A/N): tada! See, two updates in a day!!! This one's a little short, I'm sorry, but I decided y'all deserved two for your patient waiting.

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