Infatuation (Muke)

"Can I come in?"

"Come on Mike.. For old time sake" Kassandra winked, rubbing her hands all over his chest.

Michael shook his head grabbing her hand "Kas no.. I like someone okay?"

"You mean you like that guy.. what happened to you while we were gone? I thought I taught you how to eat a chick out not suck a dick"

Michael rolled his eyes and pushed her off of him "You need to leave"

She sat up and smirked, running her finger down his stomach "Come on I know you want too.. You've never turned me down before"

He grabbed her hand and got up pinning her down to the bed, hovering his body over hers.. His breath softly blowing on her ear, he brought his hand to her neck and gripped it tightly, making her choke and whispered "I said you need to leave"

She nodded and quickly got up and left his room, he laid back on his bed and sighed staring at the ceiling.. Thinking about Luke and how bad he fucked it up with him again. Eventually tears started building in his eyes, he turned onto his stomach and cried in to his pillow.

He felt heart broken, which is something he thought he's never felt before.. But he has. His parents broke his heart, and continued to break it his whole life. He said he's never gotten his heart broken and never will, but really, his heart wasn't together since he was a child. It's not heartbreak he's scared of, it's feeling his heart beat from happiness is what terrifies him. He's so used to feeling hurt, the feeling of happiness was unusual.. Obviously he's felt happiness before, as in laughing and shit but that was different because he was either high or drunk.

He found someone who could make him happy again, without drugs or alcohol.. but he fucked it up. He pushed away anyone who would show they cared because he didn't believe anyone could care about him. Who can blame him? His own parents didn't even show him what caring is, all they showed him was what anger, depression and fear is.

Michael cried and cried in his pillow, thinking about his life and how messed up it is and how alone he felt. All he wanted was Luke to hold him, but it made him cry harder because he knew he would never forgive him.

Michael eventually fell asleep, his face smushed in his wet tear stained pillow. A few hours later he woke up to a tapping on his window, he opened his eyes quickly and for some reasons felt scared. It was pitch black in his room, which meant it was nighttime. He stood up on his bed and opened his window, all he could see was a dark figure standing there.

"Who is it?" He called out in a groggy voice

"Its Luke. Can we talk?"

Michael didn't respond, he quickly jumped off his bed and ran up the stairs and unlocked his front door. Luke was standing there with his hands in his pockets "Can I come in?"

Michael opened the door more "Yeah of course"

Luke walked in and kept going, and went straight down to his room. Michael was confused and followed him "what're you doing here?"

Luke turned on the light "Well I'm glad you don't have some random whore here"

Michael frowned and sat on his bed with tired eyes "Luke.. I'm really sorry"

Luke paced around and started speaking fast "You know, I walked all the way here in the dark thinking about what I was going to say to you. If I want to scream at you, and punch you or if I want to forgive you and kiss you. I understand you've been through a lot and it explains why you act the way you do, but that's still no excuse to treat me like absolute shit! All I want is for you to be happy and healthy but all you care about is self destruction, and I don't know if I can handle being around someone who is constantly changing moods, getting mad and doing reckless shit! Michael you are the most messed up person I have ever met in my life and honestly I don't know if you'll change-"