heavy dirty soul| muke

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(Luke's outfit top/side)

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(Man look at this time skip yo)

Luke threw on his black leather jacket, running his fingers through his messy hair, didn't have time to style it up. The blonde looked over at the extra bed next to his, they were back in LA due to some 'reasons' Michael wouldn't tell them about. Luke suspected it had something to do with their fight the other day, but he knew Michael wasn't that patheticーhopefully.

Giving himself one last glance to check his appearance, he rushed out of the door with his car keys in between his fingers. All Time Low were in LA, and for Luke that meant fun with band members- err kind of.

This time he had to go to a concert alone, since his oh-so-called best friend ditched him for some book convention. Luke climbed into his vehicle, blaring music of the band he was to see in a few hours, adrenaline rushing through his veins (especially his hands).

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Luke bought balcony seat tickets, because he just wasn't feeling it. He and Michael hadn't spoken in a while,mand for some reason he really misses that excuse of a guy. The blonde huffed, crossing his legs as he rested his chin on the palm of his hand.

"My outfit is cute, but I don't feel cute." He mumbled, pouting out of instinct.

The concert had begun, Luke singing along to all the songs, his heart swelled as he watched Jalex getting it on. But what the blonde was greeted with wasー Michael making his way to the center of the stage with his guitar in his hands, jamming along with the band.

"What the hell?" Luke muttered, making weird faces to himself.

He shrugged it off, tying to ignore the presence of the faux-blonde on the stage, which wasn't really working.

For their last 2 songs, Michael wasnt with them which Luke was thankful for. Luke's eyes unconsciously watched the balcony seats across of him, catching the sight of Michael standing along with his band mates, and some girl with black hair.

Luke felt his insides twists, knwoing something bad was bound to happen. And he was right, when Michael's lips came in contact with her's. The blonde wanted to puke, the lump in his throat thickened with every second passing.

Luke looked between Michaels band, the looks on their faces were neutral, straight and bored as if it were nothing new to them. Luke wasn't supposed to feel cheated on, they weren't even together, but he just didn't see it comingー being easily replaced without his consent.

He stood up from his seat, forgetting he had a plate of nachos on his lap causing it to spill the cheese all over his favorite pair of black pants. He groaned, kicking it before stomping his feet on the ground like a kid.

"My day is cursed, it's official." He said, to no one specifically.

Luke didn't realize his eyes were brimming with tears, he'd been having a bad day and all he wanted to do was cry and watch AHS. The blonde stormed out of the big exit doors, heading straight to the bathroom to clean off the warm sticky substance.

What he didn't notice was Michael's eyes on him the whole time.

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Excuse me but did this story hit 10k or am I on crack??¿¿ THANKS FOR ANYONE WHO READS THIS TRASH YO THX 🤘🏻