Masterpieces {Book 2}

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Okay so, ao3 has been down for a few days which is really frustrating -.- i still want to post for Yall, so i went into my drafts of book one that i never posted there. They're okay, but the majority is smut or under 1k words. ik Yall Arent picky tho :) so, on those drafts i nvr wrote the title or author like a dumbass, so know this is not written by me bc I'm not a theif lmao

Enjoy! :)

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CTH, 4:54PM

fifa '15. come over?

LRH, 4:56PM

kk

Luke doesn't think much of it when Calum texts him to come over, far too used to it. The blonde doesn't change his Saturday outfit, sporting maroon sweatpants and a hand-me-down hoodie to protect himself against the Autumn chill.

On the way out, he grabs his penguin stuffed toy, aware that Calum would never lend him one of his own toys to cuddle whilst playing games.. Additionally, Calum's girlfriend, Mikaela was far too protective for Calum to be a possible cuddle buddy. She'd always been somewhat suspicious of their best friend relationship, claiming Luke to be in love with her boyfriend.

The blonde secretly hated how close to the truth she actually was.

Luke had been somewhat in love with his best friend for 8 years, the crush forming back when they were 9 and Calum had defended Luke from the neighbourhood bullies. It had only progressed from there, getting worse as Calum kissed him when they were 13, just to see what it felt like. Mostly, it felt like it had confirmed Luke's suspicions about his own sexuality, having butterflies from Calum's touch rather than from the girls in his year.

"Mum, 'm going to Calum's!" Luke calls out into the house, gaining a sleepy acknowledgement from the family room.

After shoving on his converse, Luke made his way round to the back of the house where his bicycle was rested precariously against the wall. Gripping the handles, he wheels the old thing out and into the driveway. Luke gives a few pushes before swinging his leg over to seat comfortably onto the bicycle, steadying the vehicle onto the pavement.

The bike ride to Calum's house is fairly short, the older boy living only two blocks away. Luke savours the feeling of light autumn breeze carding through his unstyled hair, naturally curling against his wishes.

There comes a few times on the bike ride where Luke almost loses his grip on Penguin, (he named his penguin after its species, so what?) almost swerving into a bush or a tree at the close-calls. By the time Luke's made it to Calum's house, leaving his spray-painted bike fallen on his friend's lawn, he's worked up a sweat. The cool weather does little to tame the beads of perspiration threatening to break out as he makes his way toward the brown semi-detach.

Admiring the blooming potted flowers that Mali spent so much time on, Luke focuses once more on the doorbell, pressing against the button gently. He hears a muffled ring from inside the house, followed by the door opening, Luke coming face to face with Joy, Calum's mother.

"Hi, dear," She greets, all cheery with crinkles at the corners of her eyes as she nudges the door open further, "Come on in."